To The Lacedemonians By Allen Tate

To The Lacedemonians An old soldier on the night before the veterans reunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades: The …

The Cross By Allen Tate

The Cross There is a place that some men know, I cannot see the whole of it Nor how I came there. …

Records By Allen Tate

Records I. A DREAM At nine years a sickly boy lay down At bedtime on a cot by mother’s bed And as …

Art By Allen Tate

Art When you are come by ways emptied of light You’ll say goodby, in that indifferent gloom, To the quick draughts of …

The Eagle By Allen Tate

The Eagle Say never the strong heart In the consuming breath Cries out unto the dark The skinny death. Look! whirring on …

The Paradigm By Allen Tate

The Paradigm For when they meet, the tensile air Like fine steel strains under the weight Of messages that both hearts bear- …

False Nightmare By Allen Tate

False Nightmare ‘I give the yawp barbaric Of piety and pelf (Who now reads Herrick?) ‘And contradict myself No matter, the verse …

A Pauper By Allen Tate

A Pauper . . . and the children’s teeth shall be set on edge. I see him old, trapped in a burly …

Emblems By Allen Tate

Emblems I Maryland, Virginia, Caroline Pent images in sleep Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of pine Unspeakable and deep Out of …

Unnatural Love By Allen Tate

Unnatural Love Landor, not that I doubt your word, That you had strove with none At seventy-five and had deferred To nature …

Sonnet To Beauty By Allen Tate

Sonnet To Beauty The wonder of light is your familiar tale, Pert wench, down to the nineteenth century: Mr. Rimbaud the Frenchman’s …

Message From Abroad By Allen Tate

Message From Abroad To Andrew Lytle Paris, November 1929 Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, although their ancestors nearly …

Elegy By Allen Tate

Elegy Jefferson Davis: 1808-1889 No more the white refulgent streets. Never the dry hollows of the mind Shall he in fine courtesy …

Pastoral By Allen Tate

Pastoral The enquiring fields, courtesies And tribulations of the air- Be still and give them peace: The girl in the gold hair …

Shadow And Shade By Allen Tate

Shadow And Shade The shadow streamed into the wall- The wall, break-shadow in the blast; We lingered wordless while a tall Shade …

Light By Allen Tate

Light Last night I fled until I came To streets where leaking casements dripped Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame; A …

The Subway By Allen Tate

The Subway Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red Reverberance of hail upon …

Ode To Fear By Allen Tate

Ode To Fear Variation on a Theme by Collins Let the day glare: O memory, your tread Beats to the pulse of …

Winter Mask By Allen Tate

Winter Mask To the memory of W. B. Yeats I Towards nightfall when the wind Tries the eaves and casements (A winter …

The Eye By Allen Tate

The Eye To E. E. Cummings I see the horses and the sad streets Of my childhood in an agate eye Roving, …

The Wolves By Allen Tate

The Wolves There are wolves in the next room waiting With heads bent low, thrust out, breathing At nothing in the dark; …

A Carrion By Allen Tate

A Carrion (From the French of Charles Baudelaire) Remember now, my Love, what piteous thing We saw on a summer’s gracious day: …

The Trout Map By Allen Tate

The Trout Map The Management Area of Cherokee National Forest, interested in fish, Has mapped Tellico and Bald Rivers And North River, …

Ditty By Allen Tate

Ditty The moon will run all consciences to cover, Night is now the easy peer of day; Little boys no longer sight …

The Ancestors By Allen Tate

The Ancestors When the night’s coming and the last light falls A weak child among lost shadows on the floor, It is …

Mr. Pope By Allen Tate

Mr. Pope When Alexander Pope strolled in the city Strict was the glint of pearl and ”old sedans. Ladies leaned out more …

Ignis Fatuus By Allen Tate

Ignis Fatuus In the twilight of my audacity I saw you flee the world, the burnt highways Of summer gave up their …

Obituary By Allen Tate

Obituary In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909 … so what the lame four-poster gathered here Between the lips of stale and …

The Traveller By Allen Tate

The Traveller To Archibald MacLeish The afternoon with heavy hours Lies vacant on the wanderer’s sight And sunset waits whose cloudy towers …

Idiot By Allen Tate

Idiot The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he …

Correspondences By Allen Tate

Correspondences (From the French of Charles Baudelaire) All nature is a temple where the alive Pillars breathe often a tremor of mixed …

Mother And Son By Allen Tate

Mother And Son Now all day long the man who is not dead Hastens the dark with inattentive eyes, The woman with …

The Oath By Allen Tate

The Oath It was near evening, the room was cold Half dark; Uncle Ben’s brass bullet-mould And powder-horn and Major Bogan’s face …