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 ShapiroThe modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein.
Karl ShapiroLaughter 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 ShapiroTo 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