Allen Tate Quotes

And William had dudgeon for the sightless beadle Who worshipped a God like a grandmother on ice-skates, For William saw two angels on the point of a needle As nobody since except W. B. Yeats.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "William Blake."
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Tear out the close vermiculate crease Where death crawled angrily at bay.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Homily."
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And now the winter sea: Within her hollow rind What sleek facility Of sea-conceited scop To plumb the nether mind!
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Seasons of the Soul."
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Now William pulled the lever down, And click-clack went the printing-press. William was the only printer in town Who had peeped while the angels undress.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "William Blake."
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It is moot whether there be divinities As I finish this play by Webster: The street-cars are still running however And the katharsis fades in the warm water of a yawn.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Horatian Epode to the Duchess of Malfi."
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Whether your kindness, mother, Is mother of silences.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Seasons of the Soul."
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William Blake cursed the flesh for a clod, Yet of some of his sayings we Moderns have heard tell: 'The nakedness of woman is the work of God', Or that title—The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "William Blake."
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So you, O nameless Duchess who die young, Meet death somewhat lovingly And I am filled with a pity of beholding skulls. There was no pride like yours.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Horatian Epode to the Duchess of Malfi."
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The torrent of the reaching shade Broke shadow into all its parts, What then had been of shadow made Found exigence in fits and starts....
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Shadow and Shade."
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I lay the mind's contents Bare, as upon a table, And ask, in a time of war, Whether there is still To a mind frivolously dull Anything worth living for.
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Winter Mask."
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