Karl Shapiro

Here you will find the Poem University of poet Karl Shapiro

University

To hurt the Negro and avoid the Jew 
Is the curriculum. In mid-September 
The entering boys, identified by hats, 
Wander in a maze of mannered brick 
Where boxwood and magnolia brood 
And columns with imperious stance 
Like rows of ante-bellum girls 
Eye them, outlanders. 


In whited cells, on lawns equipped for peace, 
Under the arch, and lofty banister, 
Equals shake hands, unequals blankly pass; 
The exemplary weather whispers, ?Quiet, quiet? 
And visitors on tiptoe leave 
For the raw North, the unfinished West, 
As the young, detecting an advantage, 
Practice a face. 


Where, on their separate hill, the colleges, 
Like manor houses of an older law, 
Gaze down embankments on a land in fee, 
The Deans, dry spinsters over family plate, 
Ring out the English name like coin, 
Humor the snob and lure the lout. 
Within the precincts of this world 
Poise is a club. 


But on the neighboring range, misty and high, 
The past is absolute: some luckless race 
Dull with inbreeding and conformity 
Wears out its heart, and comes barefoot and bad 
For charity or jail. The scholar 
Sanctions their obsolete disease; 
The gentleman revolts with shame 
At his ancestor. 


And the true nobleman, once a democrat, 
Sleeps on his private mountain. He was one 
Whose thought was shapely and whose dream was broad; 
This school he held his art and epitaph. 
But now it takes from him his name, 
Falls open like a dishonest look, 
And shows us, rotted and endowed, 
Its senile pleasure.