William Jay Smith does not extend the promise of his earliest work in the present volume. The better poems in this small collection are nature poems, rambling, unrhymed description of snow, landscapes, the Caribbean, all somewhat too loosely centered on a theme. Images and rhythm tend to be diffuse. In some shorter and/or rhymed poems, there is a nursery-rhyme quality, and a banal flatness. Though many lines are acceptable poetry and pleasant enough to reads the poems as a whole, with a few exceptions, are not arresting enough, exciting enough in their use of words and images, to be memorable. And a few are tasteless or simply pointless. The nature poems, however, do have appeal.