Ode To The Confederate Dead (Allen Tate Poems)
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
IYoung captain of a crazy bark!O tameless heart in battered frame!Thy sailing orders have a mark,And hers is not the ...
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow;But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go.He ...
From the door of his house in the gentle sunshinethe old man, disillusioned with everything,watches the dog and the bitch ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead us Up the future's endless stair; Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us. For stagnation ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent, That squatted within him wheresoever he went .......And ...
This was the gods' god, The leashed divinity, Divine divining rod And Me within the me. By mindlight tower and ...
(* In the original, Schwager, which has the twofold meaning of brother-in-law and postilion.) HASTEN thee, ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
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