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Poetry is not a way of saying things it's a way of seeing things.

Karl Shapiro

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Karl Shapiro
Age: 86 †
Born: 1913
Born: November 10
Died: 2000
Died: May 14
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Karl Jay Shapiro
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The good poet sticks to his real loves, to see within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.
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Haul up the flag, you mourners, Not half-mast but all the way The funeral is done and disbanded The devil's had the final say.
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Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?
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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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The modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein.
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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.
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How something important happens is the business of historians and newspapers, the effect it has is the business of philosophers and writers and especially poets.
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Poets of course are even more unpredictable than other writers, overwhelmed as they are by the moment they inhabit and finding it difficult to connect yesterday with tomorrow.
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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.
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Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
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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.
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