Author: Karl Shapiro

Quotes

The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?

The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?

- Karl Shapiro

Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.

Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.

- Karl Shapiro

The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.

The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.

- Karl Shapiro

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

- Karl Shapiro

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