Displaying 1 of 1 1990 Format: Book Author: Smith, William Jay, 1918-2015. Title: Collected poems : 1939-1989 / William Jay Smith. Publisher, Date: New York, New York : C. Scribner's Sons, [1990] ©1990 Description: xii, 254 pages ; 25 cm Other Title: Poems Notes: 483466 ; *029986 LCCN: 90040760 ISBN: 0684191679 Other Number: 21948691 System Availability: 2 # System items in: 2 # Local items: 2 # Local items in: 2 Current Holds: 0 Place Request Add to My List Expand All | Collapse All Availability Large Cover Image Trade Reviews Library Journal ReviewThis is a satisfying retrospective of a major American poet. A former Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, Smith has had a lifelong love affair with the lyric. Unabashedly musical, he grounds the reader in memorable detail: a willow in winter is ``a frozen harp,'' a tulip ``a slender goblet wreathed in flame.'' Smith's formal, witty style lends itself to the all-but-forgotten arts of light and occasional verse. But the themes of love and mortality are ever-present and reach fruition in the moving later poems. A love poem, ``Venice in the Fog,'' concludes: ``The room is all pomegranate and gold; the fog clears--parting as if for the marriage of Venice with the sea--/ And all that could not be seen is seen, all that was imagined, is, all that was lost, found.'' Recommended.-- Kathleen Norris, Lemmon P.L., S.D. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.Publishers Weekly ReviewSmith's poems throb with compassion for the dead and the living, for the lonely and the failed, ``the alcoholic, the addict, and the freak / the actor who makes it for one week.'' The translator/critic/poet displays a versatile range, from light verse (``The Typewriter Bird'') to chiseled lyrics to free-verse experiments with long, Whitmanesque lines. His keenly intelligent poetry speaks of inner transformations, of a quest for the self, of the artificial patterns we impose on life's formlessness. Smith, who started as a 1940s war poet (``Because I believe in the community of little children''), seems more comfortable pondering life's vicissitudes, its unexpected moments of grace and illumination. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved Librarian's View Syndetics Unbound Displaying 1 of 1
