Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
Karl ShapiroThe 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 ShapiroThe 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