Allen Tate Quotes

I suck in smoke! I smile at grimy mirth, And laugh to think that you had parried death.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Fair Cuirass Shattered."
every son-of-a-bitch is Christ, at least Rousseau....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Retroduction to American History."
For intellect is a mansion where waste is without drain....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Retroduction to American History."
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Idiot."
The twilight is long fingers and black hair.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Long Fingers."
For Pope's tight back was rather a goat's than man's.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. Mr. Pope (l. 4). . . Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "These Deathy Leaves."
They sough the rumour of mortality.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to the Confederate Dead."