Seasons Of The Soul (Allen Tate Poems)
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
Allen Tate Poems on Death & Dying (17 Poems)
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 ...
Causerie (Allen Tate Poems)
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
To The Lacedemonians (Allen Tate Poems)
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
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 ...
Retroduction To American History (Allen Tate Poems)
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Ode To Our Young Pro-Consuls Of The Air (Allen Tate Poems)
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
Mother And Son (Allen Tate Poems)
Now all day long the man who is not deadHastens the dark with inattentive eyes,The woman with white hand and ...
Inside And Outside (Allen Tate Poems)
INow twenty-four or maybe twenty-fiveWas the woman's age, and her white brow was sleek;Lips parted in surprise, the flawless cheek;The ...
The Anabasis (Allen Tate Poems)
In Mem. L. N. L. Ob. MCMXXXIINoble beyond degreeIn a democracy:Slight woman whose spent graceBanishes their visionTo the thin trackless ...
Elegy (Allen Tate Poems)
Jefferson Davis: 1808-1889No more the white refulgent streets.Never the dry hollows of the mindShall he in fine courtesy walkAgain, for ...
The Cross (Allen Tate Poems)
There is a place that some men know,I cannot see the whole of itNor how I came there. Long agoFlame ...
The Eagle (Allen Tate Poems)
Say never the strong heartIn the consuming breathCries out unto the darkThe skinny death.Look! whirring on the rindOf aether a ...
More Sonnets At Christmas II (Allen Tate Poems)
The day's at end and there's nowhere to go,Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying;Get up and once ...
Sonnets Of The Blood III (Allen Tate Poems)
Then, brother, you would never think me vainOr rude, if I should mention dignity;Think little of it. Dignity's the stainOf ...
Art (Allen Tate Poems)
When you are come by ways emptied of lightYou'll say goodby, in that indifferent gloom,To the quick draughts of old, ...
Sonnets Of The Blood VII (Allen Tate Poems)
This message hastens lest we both go downScattered, with no character, to death;Death is untutored, with an ignorant frownFor precious ...