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 Man (21 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 ...
Message From Abroad (Allen Tate Poems)
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
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 ...
Records (Allen Tate Poems)
I. A DREAMAt nine years a sickly boy lay downAt bedtime on a cot by mother's bedAnd as the two ...
Eclogue Of The Liberal And The Poet (Allen Tate Poems)
LIBERALIn that place, shepherd, all the men are dead.POETYes, look at the water grim and blackWhere immense Europa rears her ...
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 ...
Aeneas At Washington (Allen Tate Poems)
I myself saw furious with bloodNeoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,Hecuba and the hundred daughters, PriamCut down, his filth ...
Emblems (Allen Tate Poems)
IMaryland, Virginia, CarolinePent images in sleepClay valleys rocky hills old fields of pineUnspeakable and deepOut of that source of time ...
A Pauper (Allen Tate Poems)
. . . and the children's teeth shall be set on edge.I see him old, trapped in a burly houseCold ...
The Wolves (Allen Tate Poems)
There are wolves in the next room waitingWith heads bent low, thrust out, breathingAt nothing in the dark; between them ...
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 ...
The Twelve (Allen Tate Poems)
There by some wrinkled stones round a leafless treeWith beards askew, their eyes dull and wildTwelve ragged men, the council ...
Farewell To Anactoria (Allen Tate Poems)
(Sappho)Never the tramp of foot or horse,Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-My ...
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 ...
DITTY (Allen Tate Poems)
The moon will run all consciences to cover,Night is now the easy peer of day;Little boys no longer sight the ...
Correspondences (Allen Tate Poems)
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)All nature is a temple where the alivePillars breathe often a tremor of mixed words;Man ...
Sonnets At Christmas I (Allen Tate Poems)
This is the day His hour of life draws near,Let me get ready from head to foot for itMost handily ...