Word reached us that poet Harvey Shapiro died on January 7, 2013. Harvey, a longtime and loyal customer of the bookshop, read at Canio’s several times from his various collections including How Charlie Shavers Died and Other Poems; The Sights Along the Harbor, and the volume he edited: Poets of World War II published by The Library of America. Here’s one from The Sights Along the Harbor.
To Nature
Sun gilding each lance-like pine needle.
One needs to have a proper attitude of respect
as a Jew only recently out of his village in Russia
would have had when he first ventured
from the Lower East Side on to broad Fifth Avenue.
My eyes are wide. I lift my cap.
We lift our cap to Harvey, who always had a ready smile and affable way about him, who supported other poets, and who seemed to remain just a regular guy even though his many prestigious accomplishments lift him above the crowd.
An amazing poet, sure to be missed…