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 beginbellcedar share on social
I knew about holiness, never having missed a Sunday-school class since I started at four years. But if Jews were also religious, how could our neighbor with the grease-grimy shirt use the word 'damn' about them? Paul Engle classdamngrease 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
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 blackbreadbutternut share on social
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words. Paul Engle bloodbondelicate Change image and share on social
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 centralcoachcorncob share on social
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 architectartbear share on social
All poetry is an ordered voice, one which tries to tell you about a vision in the un-visionary language of farm, city, and love. Paul Engle cityfarmlanguage Change image and share on social
Other families bought automobiles; we had a horse-headed hitching post in front of our house and drove horses. Paul Engle automobilebuydrive Change image and share on social
You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store. Paul Engle achdrugentire Change image and share on social