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 EngleAll 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 EngleEvery 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