Category: R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt
Poet, Writer And Author
Albany, NY
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Books measure time in both moments and years. We all grow old but the stories never will. ~ R.M. Engelhardt
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Dear Life Upon all the souls Of all these poor saintly creatures & upon these very Saintly apparitions of these very very Saintly words of the very very dead gods you Ask me to be a poet of this age and…
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WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ. · WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD Where are you now? Uncle? Poet? Walt? Old man, child of the Long Island Free verse son of America, Teacher & government work-man? “Human – Being” Citizen Man… Mind of the spirit Spirit, in the flesh Where have you gone? Disappeared…
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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with packthread, do. Else, if you would be…
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“There is ‘true’ Knowledge. Learn thou it is this: To see one Changeless Life in all that lives, And in the Separate, One Inseparable. There is imperfect Knowledge: that which sees The separate existences apart, And, being separated, holds them real. There is false Knowledge: that which blindly…
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Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit. These are the things all the great philosophers just won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathing And you keep writing-creating because that’s what you do And that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guide You except your own. Make…
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The Resurrection Waltz – The New Book of Poetry from R.M. Engelhardt, An Interview With Albany Poets
The Resurrection Waltz – The New Book of Poetry from R.M. Engelhardt, An Interview With Albany Poets.
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In this dream. You are a painting by Thomas Hart Benton with luxurious black hair and beautiful pale white skin Asleep. An old hillbilly a mid-west aging Pluto attempts to touch you, looks at you from around the corner in awe and sublime wonder and its obvious and plain to see that he is complete…
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These days Everyone Calls themselves A writer But unless You have spent Most of your life Searching for The perfect words Unless you have lost Hours, years & moments Of sleep, unless you have Stalked, loved every image In your mind and…
