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

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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

#blooded #delicate #emotions #held #ideas

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed. ↗

— Paul Engle

#christmas #christmas eve #eve #hand #i

Wisdom is knowing when you can't be wise. ↗

— Paul Engle

#wisdom #wise #you