By Paul Engle
The legacy of poet Paul Engle, who died in 1991, contains the overseas Writing software on the collage of Iowa, which he helped present in 1967, and the memoir A fortunate American adolescence. Engle grew up in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, in the course of the Nineteen Twenties on a hardscrabble farm the place his family members struggled to make ends meet. now not unavoidably the traditional education floor for a poet and educator, yet Engle unearths in his early life the uncooked fabrics that formed him not just as a poet yet as anyone besides.
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Page xiii In 1932 all of my luckafter all of that workchanged. Never was there such a miraculous year in my life up to then, and never again. " He did not know that I was not a gentleman rider, but the guy who shoveled out the stalls of a poor man's barn and that my father, far from being rich enough to keep horses as a hobby and for pleasure, kept them as a tough way of keeping his fam- ily alive. I lived parts of three years in Nazi Germany, and in all the Communist countries save Albania. The latter, alas, are painfully few in the total number.
Eternity, where Engle memories meet, Runs raging underneath my running feet. Page xx Some things I hate and hate them bitterly: Complaining, whining men of pure self-pity, Woman who wanders daily not much nearer To hard reality than her soft mirror, The hypocrite, without tears, who still cries, Whose teeth and mean mouth smile, but not his eyes. Whose arms embrace you in his bold attack While one hand slips the bright knife in your back. Some things I love and love them far too much: The rabbit hopping in its hopeless hutch, The baby bawling when its pants are wet, Black cricket chirping till the sun has set, The man who saysI'm I, but I am yours, Woman who saysI'm I, but I am yours, The salt that burns the bitter child's cheek, salt That stings as child howls, No, it's not my fault.
She came over, saw that I was properly buttoned up, took my hand, led me to the Methodist Ladies' tent, and bought me a bottle of strawberry pop. I knew that if I drank it, there would be another crisis in an hour, but after an experience like that, a man needs a drink. I don't remember Mother feeding me, dressing me, bathing me, picking me up, in those first four years, but the simple gesture of making a tiny stream of water on dusty ground with the big voice of a beautiful woman yelling at me was the most dramatic moment of my life until then.