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The modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein.
Karl Shapiro
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Karl Shapiro
Age: 86 †
Born: 1913
Born: November 10
Died: 2000
Died: May 14
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My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.
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Poetry is not a way of saying things it's a way of seeing things.
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