This omnium gatherum of William Jay Smith's poems of a decade is something of a disappointment. It does not - in the whole - live up to the promise of his earlier work. The lightness is not deft enough; the epigrams and satire are not quite to the point. The translations are altogether less than they should be. This is too bad, for this young poet, who has travelled far, looked the modern world straight in the face, has already acquired a considerable following. To hold his audience or to increase it, he will have to exceed his current achievement. He showed marked talent. This is not up to his best.