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 ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
An After-Dinner SpeechI rise, gentlemen, it is the pleasant hour.Darkness falls. The night falls. ...
Now all day long the man who is not deadHastens the dark with inattentive eyes,The woman with white hand and ...
To the memory of W. B. YeatsITowards nightfall when the windTries the eaves and casements(A winter wind of the mindLong ...
Quem das finem, rex magne, dolorum?Where we went in the boat was a long bayA slingshot wide, walled in by ...
I myself saw furious with bloodNeoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,Hecuba and the hundred daughters, PriamCut down, his filth ...
IMaryland, Virginia, CarolinePent images in sleepClay valleys rocky hills old fields of pineUnspeakable and deepOut of that source of time ...
. . . and the children's teeth shall be set on edge.I see him old, trapped in a burly houseCold ...
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 ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
The moon will run all consciences to cover,Night is now the easy peer of day;Little boys no longer sight the ...
(From the translation by Aubrey Beardsley)Carmen CIPast towns, states, deserts, hills and rivers borneBy the first plane, brother, I've come ...
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, ...
Captains of industry, your aimless powerAwakens harsh velleities of time:Let you, brother, captaining your hourBe zealous that your numbers are ...
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