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Paul Engle

Spring 1945

American Child — II

By Paul Engle

1 She is a little continent complete With two blue lakes where every object drowns, Two proud peninsulas of legs and feet, A plain of face filled with familiar towns, […]

Spring 1944

Cuban Voyage

By Paul Engle

A young man growing old, an old man aging, Walked the white snow-smelling road. You cried: “No more to feel that snarling sadness grab Body and mind as a dog […]