I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino

po_Shapiro-Harvey1Harvey Shapiro was an American poet (January 27, 1924 – January 7, 2013) and former editor of The New York Times.

As a poet, he authored a dozen books from 1953 to 2006, writing in epigrammatic style about things in his everyday life. As an editor, he was always affiliated with The New York Times in some capacity, mainly in the magazine and book reviews, from 1957 to 2005.


Harvey Shapiro

What will come of it
all that light
the light of the lemons
the three pale suns?

To reveal a few consistencies
to make known an intention
to find a place

it clears the air
and settles on the apples’ green skin
the apples green and glazed skin

and then the dark resemblances begin.



Harvey Shapiro

I hear the music from the street

Every night. Sequestered at my desk,

My luminous hand finding the dark words.

Hard, very hard. And the music

From car radios is so effortless.

And so I strive to join my music

To that music. So that

The air will carry my voice down

The block, across the bridge,

Through the boroughs where people I love

Can hear my voice, saying to them

Through the music that their lives

Are speaking to them now, as mine to me.