Allen Tate Quotes

Who let me love you two? Have I been wrong To love you well who cannot love me long?
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Sonnet."
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What is the flesh and blood compounded of But a few moments in the life of time? This prowling of the cells, litigious love, Wears the long claw of flesh-arguing crime.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "I" ("Sonnets of the Blood").
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The wonder of light is your familiar tale, Pert wench, down to the nineteenth century: Mr. Rimbaud the Frenchman's apostasy Asserts the argument that you are stale, Flat and unprofitable, importunate but pale, Lithe Corpse!
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Sonnet to Beauty."
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The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Idiot."
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For often at Church I've seen the stained high glass Pour out the Virgin and Saints, twist and untwist The mortal youth of Christ astride an ass.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Sonnet to Beauty."
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The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Idiot."
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Of their virtues the symbol can be washtubs But when they die it is a time of singing....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Stranger."
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The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Idiot."
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This is the village where the funeral Stilted its dusty march over deep ruts Up the hillside covered with queen's lace To the patch of weeds known finally to all.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Stranger."
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In a valley late bees with whining gold Thread summer to the loose ends of sleep....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Idyl."
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