Shel Silverstein Poems
- Where The Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ...
- The Giving Tree Once there was a tree.... and she loved a ...
- A Boy Named Sue Well, my daddy left home when I was ...
- Smart My dad gave me one dollar bill 'Cause I'm his smartest...
- A Light In The Attic There's a light on in the attic. ...
- Crowded Tub
- Colors My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish ...
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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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 ...