Allen Tate Quotes

We are afraid that we have not lived. We are not afraid of dying.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Calidus Juventa?"
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Loosed betwixt eye and lid, the swimming beams Of memory, blind school of cuttlefish, Rise to the air, plunge to the cold streams....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Mother and Son."
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We've cracked the hemispheres with careless hand! Now, from the Gates of Hercules we flood Westward, westward till the barbarous brine Whelms us to the tired world where tasseling corn, Fat beans, grapes sweeter than muscadine Rot on the vine: in the land were we born.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. The Mediterranean (l. 31-36). . . Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
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The cup of Morgan Fay is shattered. Life is a bitter sage, And we are weary infants In a palsied age.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Calidus Juventa?"
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Now all day long the man who is not dead Hastens the dark with inattentive eyes, The woman with white hand and erect head Stares at the covers, leans for the son's replies At last to her importunate womanhood....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Mother and Son."
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Now, from the Gates of Hercules we flood Westward, westward till the barbarous brine Whelms us to the tired land where tasseling corn, Fat beans, grapes sweeter than muscadine Rot on the vine: in that land were we born.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Mediterranean."
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In an age of abstract experience, fornication Is self-expression, adjunct to Christian euphoria, And whores become delinquents; delinquents, patients; Patients, wards of society. Whores, by that rule, Are precious.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Causerie."
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And he who dribbled couplets like a snake Coiled to a lithe precision in the sun Is missing.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. Mr. Pope (l. 9-11). . . Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
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I thought I heard the dark pounding its head On a rock, crying: Who are the dead?
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Oath."
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we know our end A packet of worm-seed, a garden of spent tissues.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Causerie."
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