Karl Shapiro Quotes

Its quick silver bell beating, beating And down the dark one ruby flare Pulsing out red light like an artery,
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Auto Wreck (l. 1-3). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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But this invites the occult mind, Cancels our physics with a sneer, And spatters all we knew of denouement Across the expedient and wicked stones.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Auto Wreck (l. 35-38). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Auto Wreck (l. 31-32). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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We are deranged, walking among the cops Who sweep glass and are large and composed.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Auto Wreck (l. 15-16). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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Flouncing your skirts, you blueness of joy, you flirt of politeness, You leap, you intelligence, essence of wheelness with silvery nose, And your platinum clocks of excitement stir like the hairs of a fern.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Buick (l. 8-10). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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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.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Buick (l. 19-20). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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We ask for no statistics of the killed, For nothing political impinges on This single casualty, or all those gone, Missing or healing, sinking or dispersed, Hundreds of thousands counted, millions lost.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Elegy for a Dead Soldier (l. 49-53). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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We too are ashes as we watch and hear The psalm, the sorrow, and the simple praise Of one whose promised thoughts of other days Were such as ours, but now wholly destroyed, The service record of his youth wiped out, His dream dispersed by shot, must disappear.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Elegy for a Dead Soldier (l. 13-18). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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However others calculate the cost, To us the final aggregate is one, One with a name, one transferred to the blest; And though another stoops and takes the gun, We cannot add the second to the first.
Karl Shapiro (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Elegy for a Dead Soldier (l. 56-60). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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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 (b. 1913), U.S. poet, critic. Nostalgia (l. 21-25). . . New & Selected Poems, 1940-1986 [Karl Shapiro]. (1987) University of Chicago Press.
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