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    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
    tags: opinion 
     
    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
    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
    tags: grief  poem  poet 
     
    A barn with cattle and horses is the place to begin Christmas; after all, that's where the original event happened, and that same smell was the first air that the Christ Child breathed.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: children  child  christ 
     
    When your first marriage goes into tragedy, you become very battle-scarred... I even thought of suicide. Luckily, I had known some happy marriages.
    — Paul Engle
    Touch was important. The evening of the Third of July we would go around the neighborhood and look at the fireworks others had bought, taking them out of the brown paper sack and handling them cautiously as if they were precious stones. There was envy when we saw sacks with more in them than we had.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: envy 
     
    But maybe it's up the hills or under the leaves or in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it's never found. But what you find, whatever you find, is only part of the missing, and writing is the way the poet finds out what it is he found.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: writing  poet  missing 
     
    Corncobs are the greatest fire-making tinder.
    — Paul Engle
    Writing is like this - you dredge for the poem's meaning the way police dredge for a body. They think it is down there under the black water, they work the grappling hooks back and forth.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: work  meaning  body  water  writing  poem  black 
     
    Writing is rewriting what you have rewritten.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: writing 
     
    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
    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
    tags: master  gone  school  poet 
     
    I can still remember the feel in my hand of that most wonderful American coin ever minted, a nickel with a buffalo on one side and the head of an Indian on the other. That nickel was a daily proof of our country's past. Bring it back!
    — Paul Engle
    tags: past  american 
     
    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
    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
    tags: poetry  american 
     
    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
    tags: friends  boys  year 
     
    There must be an alternative between Hollywood and New York, between those two places psychically as well as geographically. The University of Iowa tries to offer such a community, congenial to the young writer, with his uneasiness about writing as an honorable career, or with his excess of ego about calling himself a writer.
    — Paul Engle
    Other families bought automobiles; we had a horse-headed hitching post in front of our house and drove horses.
    — Paul Engle
    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
    tags: revolution  war  kids  american 
     
    The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: memory  christmas  mother 
     
    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
    tags: work  father 
     
    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
    tags: language  poetry  vision 
     
    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
    tags: religious  year 
     
    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
    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
    tags: food  christmas  black 
     
    I wanted to write poetry almost a little more than I wanted to eat.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: poetry  write 
     
    Without vision you don't see, and without practicality the bills don't get paid.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: vision 
     
    Human life is too difficult for people.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: people  human 
     
    I had been warned about Jews by my gentile friends - they did terrible things with knives to boys.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: friends  boys 
     
    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
    tags: time  emotion  poor  writing  poem  year 
     
    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
    tags: live  survival  age  facts 
     
    You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: drugs 
     
    To eat in the same room where food is cooked - that is the way to thank the Lord for His abundance.
    — Paul Engle
    tags: food  abundance 
     
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