Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Shel Silverstein
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As Edwin McDowell reported in the New York Times Book Review (8 Nov 1981), Silverstein "for several years now... has refused interviews and publicity tours, and he even asked his publisher not to give out any biographical information about him." What is known about Silverstein, however, is that he was born in Chicago (Illinois) in 1932, is divorced and has one daughter. Most of what is known about his views and opinions, aside from what may be interpreted from his works, comes from a Publisher's Weekly (24 Feb 1975) interview with Jean F. Mercier. Silverstein discussed the roots of his career in his childhood with Mercier:

"When I was a kid - 12, 14, around there -... more »

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  • Jennilee (11/16/2018 12:35:00 PM)

    Abigail McCartney, you do realize that Shel Silverstein passed away awhile ago, right?

  • Jennilee (11/16/2018 12:34:00 PM)

    Abigail McCartney, you do know Shel Silverstein passed away, right?

  • Jennilee (11/16/2018 12:32:00 PM)

    Who is answering for Shel?

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  • Shel Silverstein (10/23/2018 6:17:00 PM)

    Thank you all

  • abigail mcCartney (10/22/2018 3:24:00 PM)

    I promise you I will write about you soon enough!

  • abigail mcCartney (10/22/2018 3:18:00 PM)

    i really like your poems and your details that you add into your books and poems I promise that I WILL write an essay about you probably in college!

  • TF1111 (10/19/2018 7:17:00 AM)

    I love these poams there the best

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Best Poem of Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and ...

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