Fragment Of A Meditation (Allen Tate Poems)
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
mon semblable, mon fr?re(1) Our epoch takes a voluptuous satisfaction In that perspective of the action Which pictures us inhabiting ...
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS)"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum ...
FAREWELL oh mocking Wind! No more I mix Thine airy substance with my world, the Tree: Farewell, oh Carbon, that ...
WHAT is it, in these latter days, Transfigures my domestic ways, And round me, as a halo, plays? My cigarette. ...
He comes as a man who has lived 'mid men With the gloss and the polish off;And truth flows free ...
Give us, God, to Thee now turning,Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,Of will the full refining fire!Hear our prayer ...
In olden days the Old White Horse Stood brave against the sky;And ne'er a teamster shaped his course To pass ...
You whom I could not saveListen to me.Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another.I ...
The brightening flame of truth pursue,Seek to discover ways no human knows.With every secret now revealed to you,The soul of ...
SHE glanced across the path to me,Grey eyes!Her looks were kisses plain to see.I gave her glances back to her ...
"M in a vicious world-to love virtueA in a craven world-to have courageR in a treacherous world-to prove loyalI in ...
The initial form woman took was the braided throats of two dinosaurs.Later, time changed and woman changed too.She became smaller, ...
In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my lifeOnly if I brought myself to make a public confessionRevealing ...
1919 As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of ...
Great Streets of silence led away To Neighborhoods of Pause -- Here was no Notice -- no Dissent No Universe ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
Pour O pour that parting soul in song O pour it in the sawdust glow of night Into the velvet ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed ...
In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life Only if I brought myself to make a public ...
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