Allen Tate Quotes

Turn your eyes to the immoderate past, Turn to the inscrutable infantry rising Demons out of the earth—they will not last. Stonewall, Stonewall, and the sunken fields of hemp, Shiloh, Antietam, Malvern Hill, Bull Run.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet. Ode to the Confederate Dead (l. 44-48). . . Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
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But the twelve lie in the sand by the dry rock Seeing nothing—the sand, the tree, rocks Without number—and turn away the face To the mind's briefer and more desert place.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Twelve."
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This girl borrowed no dim light of a star Nor ever night held her in a dark mesh, A slim bloom she stood of the first larkspur, A wind of spring fluttered in her white flesh.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Eager Youths to a Dead Girl."
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Row after row with strict impunity The headstones yield their names to the element, The wind whirrs without recollection....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Ode to the Confederate Dead."
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Silent, I lost the muse. Return, Apollo! Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Vigil of Venus."
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What a cheerful rhyme! Clean not mean! Been not seen! Not tired—expired! We must now decide about place. We decide that place is the big weeping face And the other abstract lace of the race.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Eclogue of the Liberal and the Poet."
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Jefferson had many charms; Was democratic; still and yet What should one do? The family arms On coach and spoon he wisely set....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "On the Father of Liberty."
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Venus knows country matters: country knows Venus: For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Vigil of Venus."
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POET If not in a place, where are the People weeping? LIBERAL They creep weeping in the face, not place. POET Is it something with which we may cope The weeping, the creeping, the peepee-ing, the peeping?
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Eclogue of the Liberal and the Poet."
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"The god has not yet answered to our pity For the black vision and tangle in her brains, Nor is there knowing soever in the city Of the red histories that throbbed in her blue veins."
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Parthenia."
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