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Archibald MacLeish

Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982), long-time resident of neighboring Conway, MA, studied English at Yale and Law at Harvrd. After service in Europe during the first world war and some time in magazine journalism, he accepted the job as Librarian of Congress, at the suggestion of his Harvard classmate Felix Frankfurter. That places him at the beginning of the impressment of poetry into the executive department of the federal government, which would be a good thing so long as Americans only elected poetry lovers to the presidency.

Mr. MacLeish was present at JFK’s last major speech, at Amherst one month before Dallas. The President quoted this line from his poem Invocation to the Social Muse: There is nothing worse for our trade than to be in style.

Among the many accomplishments that distinguish him among the fellowship of American poets celebrated here, he is the only one to have collaborated with Bob Dylan, on a project that failed to come to fruition, however. (He wanted to transform his play JB into a musical)’ Here is the opening stanza of his famous poem Ars Poetica:

Poetry by Archibald MacLeish

A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.

Archibald MacLeish resources online

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) spent the last decades of her life adjacent to the Berkshires at her Steepletop estate in Austerlitz, NY.

Ms. Millay was born in Maine and moved to Greenwhich Village after graduating from Vassar College in 1917. Her poetry, which first won prizes in her teens, led to becoming began recipient of the first two Pulitzer Prizes awarded to a woman, thus her stature in the literary world is unquestioned.

Poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

Edna St. Vincent Millay resources online

William Jay Smith

William Jay Smith (1918-2015) was born in Louisiana, of Choctaw ancestry; he served as poet in residence at Williams College from 1959-68, serving a term in the Vermont legislature during that period.

Later, had a home in Cummington and was a Lenox resident when he died in 2015. From 1968-70, Smith was consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress, forerunner to today’s Poet Laureate.

Poetry by William Jay Smith

Here are the opening stanzas of his poem, Touch the Air Softly:

Now touch the air softly, step gently, one, two …
I’ll love you ’til roses are robin’s egg blue;
I’ll love you ’til gravel is eaten for bread,
And lemons are orange, and lavender’s red.

Now touch the air softly, swing gently the broom.
I’ll love you ’til windows are all of a room;
And the table is laid, And the table is bare,
And the ceiling reposes on bottomless air.

William Jay Smith resources online

Amy Clampitt

Amy Clampitt (1920-94) didn’t devote herself to poetry until she was in her forties, when she began to be published in the New Yorker. Despite her late start and relatively brief career, reknown critic Harold bloom included her 1990 book Westward in his influential book, the Western Canon. At the time of her death from cancer, Ms. Clampitt was a Lenox resident. Her home has become the location of The Amy Clampitt Residency Program.

Poetry by Amy Clampitt

The following is the opening stanza of Amy Clampitt’s poem, The Godfather Returns to Color TV

The lit night glares like a day-glo strawberry,
the stakeout car beside the hydrant is full of feds,
and the ikon of our secret hero(ine?), atop the
feckless funnypaper mesa we try to live in, is that
poor dumb indestructible super-loser Krazy Kat.

Amy Clampitt resources online

Richard Wilbur

Richard Wilbur (1921-2017) came to the Berkshires by way of Amherst College, where his literary gift became evident, which led to teaching positions at Wellesley College, Weslyan University, and Smith College; he was a founder of the Wesleyan University Press, recipient of two Pulitzer Prizes, and was the second Poet Laureate of the U.S.. For a time he and William Jay Smith were neighbors in Cummington, hometown of William Cullen Bryant, ancestor of all American poets.

Poetry by Richard Wilbur

Here are the open stanzas of Advice to a Prophet, which show the influence on his work of WWII service:

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God’s name to have self-pity,

Spare us all word of the weapons, their force and range,
The long numbers that rocket the mind;
Our slow, unreckoning hearts will be left behind,
Unable to fear what is too strange.