W.S. Di Piero Is the Hundred Thousand Dollar Poet From South Philly

The poet was nationally recognized for a lifetime's worth of writings.

By Kathleen Volk Miller
Add Comment Add Comment | Comments: 3 | Posted Jun. 27, 2012

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made me a Jew all over again.

Your poetry, I used to read poetry,

has words for evil, but what can it do

except name it, then name it again?

Eye sockets, you remembered them most.

Eyes that shall never open with wonder again.

I actually thought those words

but knew what a punk thought it was.

Et in Arcadio ego, kiddo, right?

I despaired of us, killers yawning

at their tasks, grooving evenings

to Schubert or Mozart. And there I was,

the helpless healer, a big joke, belief

bled from my heart. Now look at me,

banal drama queen, the dying darling,

sick at heart, heartsick, heartsore. So what?

I’m nobody’s fool, or God’s fool maybe.

Those summery girls, the bunk-racks,

all those damned bones and so-called showers…

I shipped home. My bride was waiting

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1. Margaret Motheral said... on Jun 27, 2012 at 04:23PM

“Congrats. That is super cool.”

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2. g emil reutter said... on Jun 28, 2012 at 06:07AM

“good news! Congrats to Di Piero”

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3. Kelly Cherry said... on Jun 28, 2012 at 08:07PM

“I am very pleased to see that De Piero's work has been recognized.”

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