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 Time (18 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 ...
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 ...
The Meaning Of Death (Allen Tate Poems)
An After-Dinner SpeechI rise, gentlemen, it is the pleasant hour.Darkness falls. The night falls. ...
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 ...
Winter Mask (Allen Tate Poems)
To the memory of W. B. YeatsITowards nightfall when the windTries the eaves and casements(A winter wind of the mindLong ...
The Mediterranea (Allen Tate Poems)
Quem das finem, rex magne, dolorum?Where we went in the boat was a long bayA slingshot wide, walled in by ...
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 ...
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 ...
Obituary (Allen Tate Poems)
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
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 ...
Adaptation Of A Theme By Catullus (Allen Tate Poems)
(From the translation by Aubrey Beardsley)Carmen CIPast towns, states, deserts, hills and rivers borneBy the first plane, brother, I've come ...
The Ancestors (Allen Tate Poems)
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
Sonnets Of The Blood I (Allen Tate Poems)
What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, ...
Sonnets Of The Blood IX (Allen Tate Poems)
Captains of industry, your aimless powerAwakens harsh velleities of time:Let you, brother, captaining your hourBe zealous that your numbers are ...