Allen Tate Quotes

Odors blown sweet as infants' naked flesh, Soft as oboes, green as a studded plain, Others, corrupt, rich and triumphant, thresh Expansions to the infinite of pain: Amber and myrrh, benzoin and musk condense To transports of the spirit and the sense!
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Correspondences."
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Two dollars now prognosticate An image supine and elate For Jenny sweet will keep the date....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Nuptials."
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The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "These Deathy Leaves."
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Good manners, Madam, are had these days not For your asking, nor mine, nor what-we-used-to-be's. The day is a loud grenade that bursts a smile Of serious weeds in a comic lily plot....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Credo in Intellectum Videntem."
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A hunger flashing in the eye Which jutting bellies would belie.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Nuptials."
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Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red Reverberance of hail upon the dead Thunder like an exploding crucible!
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Subway."
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My manner is the footnote to your immoral Beauty, that leads me with a magic hair Up the spun highway of a vanishing hill To Words....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Credo in Intellectum Videntem."
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You are our surety to immortal life, God's hatred of the universal stain— The heritage, O Fear, of ancient strife Compounded with the tissue of the vein.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to Fear."
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... hurled religiously Upon your business of humility Into the iron forestries of hell....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Subway."
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And so the needle pricked her fingers; She fidgeted but didn't go; A faint forgetfulness of reasons Kept her with him. Time is slow.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Cul-de-Sac."
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