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 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 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