The Eye (Allen Tate Poems)
To E. E. CummingsI see the horses and the sad streetsOf my childhood in an agate eyeRoving, under the clean ...
To E. E. CummingsI see the horses and the sad streetsOf my childhood in an agate eyeRoving, under the clean ...
Let's say that on the corner there is a man.That today his son spread out his armsin a dream in ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Unmasked - The spirits' face is a black hole Swallowing the celestial beauty Of the stars. Caged - The sentinel ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
after Susan Thomas Truth is, my life was no fairytale, that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse under a glass ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace, to untorture and to plead ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
There was a girl who danced in the city that night, that April 22nd, all along the Charles River. It ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first ...
In Memoriam What's missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn't matter because you've got the bucks, ...
If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were ...
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position ...
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