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 ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
I. A DREAMAt nine years a sickly boy lay downAt bedtime on a cot by mother's bedAnd as the two ...
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 ...
I have looked at them long,My eyes blur; sourceless lightKeeps them forever youngBefore our ageing sight.You see them-too strict formsOf ...
There is a place that some men know,I cannot see the whole of itNor how I came there. Long agoFlame ...
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
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