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 ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
I myself saw furious with bloodNeoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,Hecuba and the hundred daughters, PriamCut down, his filth ...
Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,Declines upon her lost and twilight age;Above in the dozing leaves the grinning catQuivers ...
To E. E. CummingsI see the horses and the sad streetsOf my childhood in an agate eyeRoving, under the clean ...
Duchess: Who am I?Bosola: Thou art a box of worm-seed, at best but asalvatory of green mummy.The stage is about ...
Jefferson Davis: 1808-1889No more the white refulgent streets.Never the dry hollows of the mindShall he in fine courtesy walkAgain, for ...
For when they meet, the tensile airLike fine steel strains under the weightOf messages that both hearts bear-Pure passion once, ...
What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, ...
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