By Harvey Shapiro
The prestigious poet Harvey Shapiro gave up the ghost on January 7, 2013. The poems during this publication, lots of them formerly unpublished and came upon simply after his dying, are an excellent gift, and the ultimate affirmation of his striking expertise. Edited by means of Shapiro's literary executor, the poet and critic Norman Finkelstein, those final poems endure an extraordinary gravitas, and but they're as supple, jazzy, and edgy as Shapiro's previous paintings. the entire subject matters for which he's identified are fantastically represented the following. There are poems of his stories in global conflict II, the erotic existence, and of day-by-day moments in Brooklyn and new york, all looking for a sophisticated knowledge and charm that the poet calls "a temporary glory." As Shapiro tells us, the poem "Is an Egyptian / send of the useless, / every little thing required / for all times saved / in its hold." The ebook comprises an advent through the editor. a web reader's better half could be to be had.
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I knew I could do that because nothing mattered to her anymore. – 31 Drear, bleared and boiled, she comes to bed. Who am I to judge? The pain washes over us, the surf of years. 32 – A Story She places her hand in his hand as if both were erotic objects. It feels that way to him when she places her hand there. When he put his trust in the long line of her back bent from him in sleep. She said to him: I’ll let you know when to feel insecure. And she did. – 33 Brief Lives Is it true that I am left sitting in front of the courthouse while she has ascended to the empyrean?
They turn from me in boredom, edging on loathing: that a grown man who has seen war and the destruction of cities should bestir himself to keep them from their food. – 47 Rockport The band concert at evening in the gazebo. Sailboats clustered along the shore. The listeners, mostly locals and their children. Sousa’s name said with reverence.
On rock and on sand. Light nesting in the Florida Keys as if the holy shaper like an old Jew gathered it here to watch while he sipped his soup. 42 – Key West At the corner of Simonton and Amelia there is a small junkyard that is as beautiful to me as the deep blue sea stretching from here to Cuba. It has an arching tree over it and its shards of old cars, tractors, boating gear shine in the tropic sun but with an American splendor like rolling waves of grain. How odd to have been taught to respond to junk by my culture, and with a patriotic fervor, so that the colors red, white, and blue blaze through the rust.
A Momentary Glory: Last Poems (Wesleyan Poetry Series) by Harvey Shapiro