For my Oxford degree, I had to translate French and German philosophy (as it turned out, Descartes and Kant) at sight without a dictionary. That meant Germany for my first summer vacation, to learn the thorny language on my own. Paul Engle degreedescartedictionary share on social
I wanted to write poetry almost a little more than I wanted to eat. Paul Engle eatpoetrywant Change image and share on social
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 begincedarfine share on social
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed. Paul Engle bedchristmaseve Change image and share on social
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage. Paul Engle abstractbleeddelight Change image and share on social
