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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#Capital 65
Karl Shapiro#Capital 65
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#God 50
Karl Shapiro#God 50
My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise. Karl Shapiro#Down 41
Karl Shapiro#Down 41
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#Body 41
Karl Shapiro#Body 41
Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent? Karl Shapiro#Already 33
Karl Shapiro#Already 33
The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear. Karl Shapiro#Belly 26
Karl Shapiro#Belly 26
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#Blow 26
Karl Shapiro#Blow 26
In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel. Karl Shapiro#Belly 24
Karl Shapiro#Belly 24
Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique. Karl Shapiro#Poetry 21
Karl Shapiro#Poetry 21
Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name. Karl Shapiro#Founder 20
Karl Shapiro#Founder 20
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