Allen Tate Quotes

You are the current of the frozen stream, Shadow invisible, ambushed and vigilant flame.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to Fear."
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The faceless head lay still. I could not run Or walk, but stood. Alone in the public clearing This private thing was owned by all the town, Though never claimed by us within my hearing.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Swimmers."
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Who will remember happiness? I can recall that they are dead. I know that heaven cracked one day, And only God knows what they said.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Cul-de-Sac."
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O animal excellence, Take pterodactyl flight Fire-winged into the air And find your lair With cunning sense On some Arabian bight....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to Our Young Pro-consuls of the Air."
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Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. The Swimmers (l. 25-27). . . Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
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There is a calm for you where men and women Unroll the chill precision of moving feet.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Death of Little Boys."
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And spying far away Upon the Tibetan plain A limping caravan, Dive, and exterminate The Lama, late Survival of old pain.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to Our Young Pro-consuls of the Air."
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sullen fun Savage as childhood's thin harmonious tear: O fountain, bosom source undying-dead Replenish me the spring of love and fear
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. The Swimmers (l. 6-9). . . Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
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When little boys grown patient at last, weary, Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night, The event will rage terrific as the sea; Their bodies fill a crumbling room with light.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Death of Little Boys."
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Boys hide in lunging cubes Crouching to explode, Beyond the Atlantic skies, With cheerful cries Their barking tubes Upon the German toad.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to Our Young Pro-consuls of the Air."
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