More quotes by William Jay Smith
Tasting of the sweet damp woods and of the rain one inch
above the meadow:
It was like feasting upon air.
And I’ll love you as long
As the furrow the plow,
As However is Ever,
And Ever is Now.
And life is a rain-swept mirror
Through which perpetually
A girl with bright hair flowing,
Dappled dark coat blowing,
Into the unknown, knowing,
Walks with me.
Not ringed but rare, not gilled but polyp-like,
having sprung up overnight—
These mushrooms of the gods, resembling human organs
uprooted, rooted only on the air
I know a place all fennel-green and fine
Far from the white ice cap, the glacial flaw,
Where shy mud hen and dainty porcupine
Dance in delight by a quivering pawpaw
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