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Paul Engle

American Poet

Born: Oct 12, 1908

Died: Mar 22, 1991

Christmas First Language Vision Words You

Related authors: Edgar Allan Poe Emily Dickinson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Maya Angelou Ralph Waldo Emerson Robert Frost T. S. Eliot Walt Whitman

Without vision you don't see, and without practicality the bills don't get paid. Paul Engle

You Vision See Practicality Without Get Paid Bills

Soldiers of the American Revolution fought that 18th century war with heavy muskets. In the early 20th century, we kids fought it every Fourth of July not only with exploding powder and shimmering flares, but with all of our senses. Paul Engle

War Revolution Every Our Soldiers Kids Only Powder July American Heavy Senses Century Exploding American Revolution Fought Early Fourth

The years rolled their brutal course down the hill of time. Still poor, my clothes still smelling of the horse barn, still writing those doubtful poems where too much emotion clashed with too many words. Paul Engle

I wanted to write poetry almost a little more than I wanted to eat. Paul Engle

Eat More Poetry Write Almost Than Wanted Little

Has the painter not always gone to an art school, or at least to an established master, for instruction? And the composer, the sculptor, the architect? Then why not the writer? Good poets, like good hybrid corn, are both born and made. Paul Engle

Art Good School Made Master Gone Corn Composer Born Architect Hybrid Both Poets Writer Like Instruction Always Least Art School Established Then Sculptor Painter Why Why Not

You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store. Paul Engle

You Neighborhood Intrigues Entire Come Know Tastes Aches Store

Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church bells, for we lived in a part of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where there were no churches. Paul Engle

Christmas Church Every Mine Churches Part Iowa Always Sound Were Cedar Begin Child Did Where Should Lived Bells

All families had their special Christmas food. Ours was called Dutch Bread, made from a dough halfway between bread and cake, stuffed with citron and every sort of nut from the farm - hazel, black walnut, hickory, butternut. Paul Engle

The corncob was the central object of my life. My father was a horse handler, first trotting and pacing horses, then coach horses, then work horses, finally saddle horses. I grew up around, on, and under horses, fed them, shoveled their manure, emptied the mangers of corncobs. Paul Engle

Human life is too difficult for people. Paul Engle

Life People Difficult Too Human Human Life

Our small ears never had such a workout as on the Fourth of July, hearing not only our own bursting crackers but also those of our friends, and often the boom of homemade cannon shot off by daring boys of 16 years, ready to lose a hand if it blew up. Paul Engle

Lose Own Our Ears Boom Those Daring Only Small Never Had Blew Also Boy Ready Years Hearing Hand Off July Up Friends Crackers Often Cannon Bursting Shot Workout Homemade Fourth

When I took over the Writers' Workshop, it was one little class and there were eight students. All of them, brilliantly untalented... I had an absolute vision after the first workshop meeting. Paul Engle

Class Vision First Took Meeting Absolute Writers Students Had Over Were Eight After Little Them Workshop Brilliantly

I grew up in the prolonged survival of the great age of the horse, with harness and saddle and sleigh bells and horse pictures, not as antiques but the facts of our lives. Paul Engle

Great Survival Age Harness Our Our Lives Prolonged Horse Facts Saddle Pictures Up Antiques Grew Lives Bells

I began to write poetry in high school, and would ride miles over sandy roads in the fine hills around Cedar Rapids, repeating the lines over and over until I had them right, making some of the rhythm of the horse help. Paul Engle

Ride School High Would Fine Some High School Poetry Horse Write Had Roads Over Until Hills Around Making Repeating Lines Began Cedar Rhythm Them Sandy Miles Help Right

Contrary to slanderous Eastern opinion, much of Iowa is not flat, but rolling hills country with a lot of timber, a handsome and imaginative landscape, crowded with constant small changes of scene and full of little creeks winding with pools where shiners, crappies and catfish hover. Paul Engle

Country Changes Eastern Constant Winding Small Scene Crowded Catfish Hills Iowa Opinion Hover Timber Lot Contrary Handsome Rolling Where Flat Little Pools Much Landscape Full Imaginative

I have published in 'The New Yorker,' 'Holiday,' 'Life,' 'Mademoiselle,' 'American Heritage,' 'Horizon,' 'The Ladies Home Journal,' 'The Kenyon Review,' 'The Sewanee Review,' 'Poetry,' 'Botteghe Oscure,' the 'Atlantic Monthly,' 'Harper's.' Paul Engle

Life Home Heritage Monthly Horizon Atlantic Poetry Journal New Review American Yorker Ladies New Yorker Holiday Published

I have lectured at Town Hall N.Y., The Library of Congress, Harvard, Yale, Amherst, Wellesley, Columbia, Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Louisiana State University, Colorado, Stanford, and scores of other places. Paul Engle

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