R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

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  •                       “Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.” ~ Claude Monet

  •   How did the most visible poet in America—and a father of the Beats—become nearly forgotten? Vachel Lindsay Photograph by Victor George. To readers who have enjoyed these monthly “Classic Poem” discussions: In order to keep them going while not driving the poetry editor over the edge and at the same time to introduce some…

  • Sophie Podolski (8 October 1953 – 29 December 1974) was a Belgian poet and graphic artist. She published only one book during her short lifetime, Le pays où tout est permis (The Country Where Everything Is Permitted), in which the poems were reproduced in her own artistic handwriting. Podolski, studied graphic design at the Académie de…

  • I don’t claim to understand the troubles that you’ve had. But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles in your lap and the lions that they led you to lie down and take a nap. The ones you fear are wind and air… and I love you without measure… it seems…

  • Writing is beauty and beauty is writing ~ R.M. Engelhardt    

  • Happy Birthday To Archibald MacLeish Ars Poetica   Archibald MacLeish   A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem…

  •     “If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.” ~ Tennessee Williams

  •   EPITAPH Equilibrists lie here; stranger, tread light; Close, but untouching in each other’s sight; Mouldered the lips arid ashy the tall skull. Let them lie perilous and beautiful. ~ John Crowe Ransom

  •     In a famous painting of Christ nailed to and crucified upon the cross I am the watching leper on the right. And with my one good eye I watch as Jesus dies and screams up into darkening sky asking his father for a reason Why? And then, suddenly as the clouds open up…

  • Originally posted on Black Lawrence Press News: A poem from Michele Battiste’s forthcoming collection, Uprising, is featured in the new issue of Midway Journal–it’s a lovely and evocative slice of this powerful book. (You should also check out Ink for an Odd Cartography, available here.)