Allen Tate
Allen Tate
John Orley Allen Tate, known professionally as Allen Tate, was an American poet, essayist, social commentator, and Poet Laureate from 1943 to 1944...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 November 1899
CountryUnited States of America
real may critics
The only real evidence that any critic may bring before his gaze is the finished poem.
spring faces spring-poems
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
world hovering knows
But we shall not know the world by looking at it; we know it by looking at the hovering fly.
glasses church saint
For often at Church I've seen the stained high glass Pour out the Virgin and Saints, twist and untwist The mortal youth of Christ astride an ass.
ham actors poet
Yevgeny Yevtushenko is a ham actor, not a poet.
heaven flesh titles
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.
shadow shade fit
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....
dark crucible arches
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!
dog lying eye
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
twilight hair long
The twilight is long fingers and black hair.
kings twilight long
What was I saying? An Egyptian king Once touched long fingers, which are not anything.
fall twilight eye
And I have seen long fingers that would stare With fiery eyes, and then the eyes would crawl Deftly across the counterpane and fall Soundless, with a wink of mild despair.
twilight space sight
Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight.
twilight dark sailing
There's precious little to say between day and dark, Perhaps a few words on the implacable will Of time sailing like a magic barque Or something as fine for the amenities....