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Venus knows country matters: country knows Venus:
For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm. — Allen Tate
For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm. — Allen Tate
Men cannot live forever
But they must die forever ... — Allen Tate
But they must die forever ... — Allen Tate
But we shall not know the world by looking at it; we know it by looking at the hovering fly.
— Allen Tate
What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why.
— Allen Tate
Last night I fled until I came
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled. — Allen Tate
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled. — Allen Tate
The poet is he who fights on the passionate
Side and whoever loses he wins; when he
Is defeated it is hard to say who wins ... — Allen Tate
Side and whoever loses he wins; when he
Is defeated it is hard to say who wins ... — Allen Tate
Antiquity breached mortality with myths.
Narcissus is vocabulary. Hermes decorates
A cornice on the Third National Bank. — Allen Tate
Narcissus is vocabulary. Hermes decorates
A cornice on the Third National Bank. — Allen Tate
Dramatic experience is not logical; it may be subdued to the kind of coherence that we indicate when we speak, in criticism, of form.
— Allen Tate
Row after row with strict impunity
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection ... — Allen Tate
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection ... — Allen Tate
Struck in the wet mire
Four thousand leagues from the ninth buried city
I thought of Troy, what we had built her for. — Allen Tate
Four thousand leagues from the ninth buried city
I thought of Troy, what we had built her for. — Allen Tate
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
— Allen Tate
Swimmer of noonday, lean for the perfect dive
To the dead Mother's face, whose subtile down
You had not seen take amber light alive. — Allen Tate
To the dead Mother's face, whose subtile down
You had not seen take amber light alive. — Allen Tate
In a manner of speaking, the poem is its own knower, neither poet nor reader knowing anything that the poem says apart from the words of the poem.
— Allen Tate
The twilight is long fingers and black hair.
— Allen Tate
I had kept opaque
Down deeper than the canyons undersea
The sullen spectrum of a buried lake
Nobody saw; not seen even by me ... — Allen Tate
Down deeper than the canyons undersea
The sullen spectrum of a buried lake
Nobody saw; not seen even by me ... — Allen Tate
How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry.
— Allen Tate
Men expect too much, do too little.
— Allen Tate
Death's long anabasis.
— Allen Tate
Our loss put six feet under ground
Is measured by the magnolia's root;
Our gain's the intellectual sound
Of death's feet round a weedy tomb. — Allen Tate
Is measured by the magnolia's root;
Our gain's the intellectual sound
Of death's feet round a weedy tomb. — Allen Tate
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ... — Allen Tate
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ... — Allen Tate
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
The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face
Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill. — Allen Tate
Therefore with idle hands and head I sit
In late December before the fire's daze
Punished by crimes of which I would be quit. — Allen Tate
In late December before the fire's daze
Punished by crimes of which I would be quit. — Allen Tate
Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.
— Allen Tate
Yevgeny Yevtushenko is a ham actor, not a poet.
— Allen Tate
In the cold morning the rested street stands up
To greet the clerk who saunters down the world. — Allen Tate
To greet the clerk who saunters down the world. — Allen Tate
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
Broke shadow into all its parts,
What then had been of shadow made
Found exigence in fits and starts ... — Allen Tate
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
— Allen Tate