Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent? Karl Shapiro More Quotes by Karl Shapiro More Quotes From Karl Shapiro Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique. Karl Shapiro libraryuniquewise 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. Karl Shapiro devilfuneralfinals 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 smilebreathingsleep The proverbist knows nothing of the two sides of a question. He knows only the roundness of answers. Karl Shapiro maximstwo-sidesanswers 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 Shapiro crimehatechildren 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 bodygivingfather Poetry is not a way of saying things; it's a way of seeing things. Karl Shapiro seeingpoetry-isway Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs. Karl Shapiro chairspoet 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. Karl Shapiro overwhelmedtomorrowyesterday Self-knowledge is a dangerous thing, tending to make man shallow or insane. Karl Shapiro insaneselfmen Every war is its own excuse. That's why they're all surrounded with ideals. That's why they're all crusades. Karl Shapiro excusecrusadeswar Lawyers love paper. They eat, sleep and dream paper. They turn paper into gold, and their files are colorful and their language neoclassical and calli-graphically bewigged. Karl Shapiro golddreamsleep A man's house is his stage. Others walk on to play their bit parts. Now and again a soliloquy, a birth, an adultery. Karl Shapiro houseplaymen 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. Karl Shapiro philosophereventsimportant My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise. Karl Shapiro soulnightlying 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. Karl Shapiro realracehands 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 Shapiro laughtergriefhappiness Leo Connellan has retained his soul and voice in Provincetown and Other Poems. Karl Shapiro provincetownvoicesoul The modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein. Karl Shapiro moderndealscredit 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 nevergoodgodhands
