Quotes by Karl Shapiro
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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.
Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.
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.
And in a comic mood, In mid-air take to bed a wife.
However others calculate the cost, To us the final aggregate is one,...
As groceries in a pantry gleam and smile Because they are important weights...
We too are ashes as we watch and hear The psalm, the sorrow, and the simple praise...
He shall eat flowers, Chew honey and spit out gall. They shall all smile...
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.
We ask for no statistics of the killed, For nothing political impinges on...
One day beside some flowers near his nose He will be thinking, When will I look at it?...
Give me the free and poor inheritance Of our own kind, not furniture...
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