Discover love that is by turns chilling, overwhelming, and undeniably touching in this collection of poems from Paul Engle.
Face This brilliant weather brings your face to mind. The last I saw it was in such a light, Luminous, molded in bone, as if behind Your eyes it was all fine, alive and white.
Always a burning sun will bring it back. I hold the sight of you in hand and head. I tell you this before my tongue should crack With harder saying of the thing unsaid.
Morning to Midnight Light of the morning holds me like your hands. The sun at noon looks toward me like your face. Light of the evening trembles like your voice. The moon at midnight holds me like your hands.
Paul Engle (1908–1991) was the director of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop for twenty-four years. In 1967, he and his wife, Chinese poet Hualing Nieh Engle, co-founded the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa. They were nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize… More about Paul Engle
“Engle’s wry humor castigates a Madison Avenue romance celebrating instant love; empathizes with frustration in remembering a Babe Ruth boyhood. . . . A bonbonnicre of not-too-strenuous attachments.”—Kirkus Reviews