Paul Engle Poems
- In a Bar Near Shibuya Station,... The Japanese next to me ...
- Return in Autumn THE LAND UNCHANGED, the cattle ...
- Proem to American Song BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American ...
- Heritage Hair brown as a walnut hull, And finally a ...
- For 1939 Now, in this time, I have seen the living ...
- Twenty Below Twenty below, I said, and closed the door, A ...
- Hero I have heard the horn of Roland goldly screaming In the...
Paul Engle (October 12, 1908 – March 22, 1991), noted American poet, editor, teacher, literary critic, novelist, and playwright. He is perhaps best remembered as the long-time director of the Iowa Writers' Workshop and as founder of the International Writing Program (IWP), both at the University of Iowa.
Engle is often mistakenly credited with having founded the Iowa Writers' Workshop (an honor that more appropriately belongs to his predecessor, Wilbur Schramm). Nonetheless, perhaps no one helped to better establish the reputation of the venerable writing program than Engle. During his tenure as director (1941–1965), he was responsible for luring some of the finest writers of the ... more »
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I have heard the horn of Roland goldly screaming
In the petty Pyrenees of the inner ear
And seen the frightful Saracens of fear
Pour from the passes, fought them, brave in dreaming.
But waked, and heard my own voice tinly screaming
In the whorled and whirling valleys of the ear,
And beat the savage bed back in my fear,
And crawled, unheroed, down those cliffs of dreaming.
I have ridden with Hannibal in the mountain dusk,
Watching the drivers yell the doomed and gray
Elephants over the trumpeting Alps, gone gay
With snow vivid on ...