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.
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 Ind… - Paul Engle
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 Ind…
- Paul Engle
Without vision you don't see, and without practicality the bills don't get paid. - Paul Engle
Without vision you don't see, and without practicality the bills don't get paid.
Other families bought automobiles; we had a horse-headed hitching post in front of our house and drove horses. - Paul Engle
Other families bought automobiles; we had a horse-headed hitching post in front of our house and drove horses.
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, … - Paul Engle
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, …
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… - Paul Engle
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…
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 neighb… - Paul Engle
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 neighb…
You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store. - Paul Engle
You come to know the aches and vanities and tastes and intrigues of an entire neighborhood at a drug store.
Writing is rewriting what you have rewritten. - Paul Engle
Writing is rewriting what you have rewritten.
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed. - Paul Engle
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
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