Facts about Karl Shapiro

Occup.Poet
FromUSA
BornNovember 10, 1913
DiedMay 14, 2000
Aged86 years

Summary

Karl Shapiro was a famous Poet from USA, who lived between November 10, 1913 and May 14, 2000. He/she became 86 years old.

Zodiac:
He/she is born under the zodiac scorpio, who is known for Transient, Self-Willed, Purposeful, Unyielding. Our collection contains 11 quotes who is written / told by Karl.

11 Famous quotes by Karl Shapiro

Small: Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name
"Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name"
Small: The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear
"The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear"
Small: Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is uniq
"Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique"
Small: In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel
"In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel"
Small: Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride The face grows l
"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"
Small: Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?
"Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?"
Small: To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The chil
"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"
Small: The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold h
"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"
Small: My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise
"My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise"
Small: But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in
"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"
Small: The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm
"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?"