“ 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. ”
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“ Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent? ”
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“ He shall eat flowers, Chew honey and spit out gall. They shall all smile, and love and pity him. His death shall be by drowning. ”
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“ Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name. ”
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“ He shall eat flowers, Chew honey and spit out gall. They shall all smile, and love and pity him. His death shall be by drowning. ”
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“ In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel. ”
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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. ”
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“ Oh, it is I, Incredibly skinny, stooped, and neat as pie, Ignorant as dirt, erotic as an ape, Dreamy as puberty - with dirty hair! ”
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“ In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel. ”
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“ Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique. ”
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“ Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name. ”
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“ Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique. ”
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“ O hideous little bat, the size of snot, With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes. ”
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“ In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel. ”
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“ Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique. ”
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“ Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent? ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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“ 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 Shapiro- Copy
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“ In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel. ”
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“ Oh, it is I, Incredibly skinny, stooped, and neat as pie, Ignorant as dirt, erotic as an ape, Dreamy as puberty - with dirty hair! ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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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. ”
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“ Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent? ”
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“ The doctor punched my vein,The captain called me Cain, Upon my belly sat the sow of fear. ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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“ O hideous little bat, the size of snot, With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes. ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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“ Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name. ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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“ Oh, it is I, Incredibly skinny, stooped, and neat as pie, Ignorant as dirt, erotic as an ape, Dreamy as puberty - with dirty hair! ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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“ 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 Shapiro- Copy
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“ The doctor punched my vein,The captain called me Cain, Upon my belly sat the sow of fear. ”
- Karl Shapiro- Copy
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“ 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 Shapiro- Copy
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“ 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. ”
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