“I
believe that poetry begins in childhood and that a poet who can remember his
own childhood exactly can, and should, communicate to children.”
– William Jay Smith
Born in Louisiana in April 1918,
Smith was Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress from 1968-70, and
Poet-in-Residence at prestigious Williams College for many years. The author of more
than 50 books of poetry for adults and children, including the multiple
award-winning children’s book Laughing
Time, he was twice honored as a finalist for the National Book Award. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Smith’s,
The
World Below The Window
The geraniums I left last night on
the windowsill,
To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still,
And will be there as long as I think they will.
And will be there as long as I think that I
Can throw the window open on the sky,
A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye;
As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing,
Barges moving down a river, water flowing,
Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing,
Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying,
Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying,
In life life-giving, and in death undying.
To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still,
And will be there as long as I think they will.
And will be there as long as I think that I
Can throw the window open on the sky,
A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye;
As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing,
Barges moving down a river, water flowing,
Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing,
Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying,
Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying,
In life life-giving, and in death undying.
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