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American singer and actor (1903-1977)
Karl Shapiro
American poet and essayist (1913-2000)
Karl Jay Shapirowas an American poet. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1945 for his collection V-Letter and Other Poems.
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Karl Jay Shapirowas an American poet. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1945 for his collection V-Letter and Other Poems. He was appointed the fifth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1946.
Shapiro served in the Pacific Theater as a United States Army company clerk during World War II.
11 Quotes by Karl Shapiro
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To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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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 ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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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 ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
- 7.
Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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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 ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)
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Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.
Karl ShapiroAmerican poet and essayist (1913-2000)