Famous Quotes by Allen Tate
- At twelve I was determined to shoot only
For honor; at twenty not to shoot at all;
I know... More
- there’s a kind of lust feeds on itself
Unspoken to, unspeaking; subterranean
As a black... More
- Let us lie down once more by the breathing side
Of Ocean, where our live forefathers... More
- We’ve cracked the hemispheres with careless hand!
Now, from the Gates of Hercules we... More
- Now, from the Gates of Hercules we flood
Westward, westward till the barbarous... More
- I thought I heard the dark pounding its head
On a rock, crying: Who are the dead? More
- Uncle Ben’s brass bullet-mould
And powder horn, and Major Bogan’s face
Above the... More
- There’s precious little to say between day and dark,
Perhaps a few words on the implacable... More
- For in the air all lovers meet
After they’ve hated out their love.... More
- For when they meet, the tensile air
Like fine steel strains under the weight
Of messages... More
- I wear my wedding ring
He will cut off your finger
And the blood will linger
Little... More
- Turn back. Turn, young lady dear
A murderer’s house you enter here
I was wooed and won... More
- I think that in the swift white mind’s brain
Neurons flash images of a world
Undead... More
- The Spring I seek is in a new face only. More
- By the roadside a hideous carrion, quivering
On a clean bed of pebbly clay,
Her legs... More
- And even you will come to this foul shame,
This ultimate infection,
Star of my eyes, my... More
- The flies swarmed on the putrid vulva, then
A black tumbling rout would seethe
Of... More
- Speak, then, my Beauty, to this dire putrescence,
To the worm that shall kiss your proud... More
- They darted down and rose up like a wave
Or buzzed impetuously as before;
One would have... More
- Not glad, lifeless tycoon, nor sorry feel
For neither Bull nor Bear attends your way.... More
- Accept these costly wreaths for my own sake
(Death asks no entrance fee to let you... More
- The poet is he who fights on the passionate
Side and whoever loses he wins; when he
Is... More
- The use of arms is ownership
Of the appropriate gun. It is ownership that brings
Victory... More
- Struck in the wet mire
Four thousand leagues from the ninth buried city
I thought of... More
- I hoisted up
The old man my father upon my back,
In the smoke made by sea for a new... More
- The singular passion
Abides its object and consumes desire
In the circling shadow of its... More
- I myself saw furious with blood
Neoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,
Hecuba and... More
- I cannot beat off
Invincible modes of the sea, hearing:
Be a man my son by God.
... More
- (I remember my mother, my mother,
A stiff wind halted outside,
In the hard ear my... More
- For, brother, know that this is art, and you
With a cold incautious sorrow stricken... More
- Emerson said that the “scholar is man thinking.” Had Southerners of that era taken seriously... More
- He shakes the dust from off his feet
And shambles down the dirty street
The last man in... More
- Do not forget! For those green times now laugh
In glee with sport and thought and lily... More
- Her rhythms are reptilian and religious,
Choreographic and Polynesian. More
- With sighs more lunar than bronchial,
Howbeit eluding fallopian diagnosis,
She simpers... More
- So face with calm that heritage
And earn contempt before the age. More
- Three centuries of piety
Grown bare as a cottonwood tree ... More
- We are afraid that we have not lived.
We are not afraid of dying. More
- The cup of Morgan Fay is shattered.
Life is a bitter sage,
And we are weary... More
- In an age of abstract experience, fornication
Is self-expression, adjunct to Christian... More
- we know our end
A packet of worm-seed, a garden of spent tissues. More
- What is this conversation, now secular,
A speech not mine yet speaking for me in
The... More
- Daughters are the seed of occupations,
Of asperities, such as wills, deeds,... More
- Manhood like a lawyer with his formulas
Sesamés his youth for innocent acquittal. More
- Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread,
Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too... More
- Advice you take from me comes to you crutched
Like a beggar youth zealous for old age. More
- All nature is a temple where the alive
Pillars breathe often a tremor of mixed words;
Man... More
- Odors blown sweet as infants’ naked flesh,
Soft as oboes, green as a studded plain,
... More
- Good manners, Madam, are had these days not
For your asking, nor mine, nor... More
- My manner is the footnote to your immoral
Beauty, that leads me with a magic hair
Up the... More
- And so the needle pricked her fingers;
She fidgeted but didn’t go;
A faint... More
- Who will remember happiness?
I can recall that they are dead.
I know that heaven cracked... More
- There is a calm for you where men and women
Unroll the chill precision of moving feet. More
- When little boys grown patient at last, weary,
Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the... More
- From her I got but gave no wealthiness:
Fleeced I the giver, yet am penniless. More
- A withered silence filled my chest of sorrow
With mildewed fancies till she came to... More
- The magic sifted whiteness of her mind
Coloring life ... More
- For now the moon with friendless light carouses
On hill and housetop, street and... More
- The moon will run all consciences to cover.... More
- Fretted shadow on stumps
A vanishing husk
Of light . . . grey lumps
Of stone verge... More
- Blind in a gentle tempest of gold hair. More
- This girl borrowed no dim light of a star
Nor ever night held her in a dark mesh,
A... More
- What a cheerful rhyme! Clean not mean!
Been not seen! Not tired—expired!
We must now... More
- POET
If not in a place, where are the People weeping?
LIBERAL
They creep weeping in... More
- But for some futile things unsaid
I should say all is done for us;
Yet I have wondered... More
- I’ve often wondered why she laughed
On thinking why I wondered so;
It seemed such waste... More
- Our loss put six feet under ground
Is measured by the magnolia’s root;
Our gain’s the... More
- No more the white refulgent streets,
Never the dry hollows of the mind
Shall he in fine... More
- Your death, dear Lady, was quite cold
For all the brave tears and ultimate spasm.
So... More
- We buried you in the unremissive ground.
I went home. Somewhere I heard the clang of a... More
- Maryland, Virginia, Caroline
Pent images in sleep
Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of... More
- Men cannot live forever
But they must die forever.... More
- When it is all over and the blood
Runs out, do not bury this man
By the far river (where... More
- Neither the feeling nor the style of Miss Dickinson belongs to the seventeenth century; yet... More
- The graceless madness of her lips,
Who was the powder-puff of life,
Cannot rouge those... More
- A scented sorrow, corseted! More
- We then lived roses; I had fooled despair
And boxed him up and flogged his retinue,
... More
- I suck in smoke! I smile at grimy mirth,
And laugh to think that you had parried death. More
- My darling boy whom I shall never know,
My son, I love you in my deepest fears.... More
- When I have reached the shady underground
With but sad hope of coming up again,
I shall... More
- So, Anactoria, go you away
With what calm carelessness of sorrow!
Your gleaming footstep... More
- I say that what one loves is best:
The midnight fastness of the heart. More
- There at the church they took him through the door,
His sweet wide mouth much as it was... More
- He was the finest of our happy men;
He had all joys, he never thought of death;
He... More
- I cannot yet begin to understand
Why we are proud that an ancestor knew
The crazy Poe,... More
- Eat cannon and cornflakes, that the lamb,
Spaceless as snow, may spare the rational... More
- The wisdom of history, how she takes
Each epoch by the neck and, growling, shakes
It like... More
- Then suddenly the noon turns afternoon
And afternoon like an ill-written page
Will fade,... More
- Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtieth
Station where time reverses his light heels
To... More
- Make gracious attempts at sanctifying Jenny,
Supply cosmetics for the ordering of her... More
- The dull conclave of crows’-footed faces
Twitches as the man with one dollar enters;
It... More
- And if the stage-dark head rehearse
The fifth act of the closing night,
Why, cut it off,... More
- Tear out the close vermiculate crease
Where death crawled angrily at bay. More
- It is moot whether there be divinities
As I finish this play by Webster:
The street-cars... More
- So you, O nameless Duchess who die young,
Meet death somewhat lovingly
And I am filled... More
- The stage is about to be swept of corpses.
You have no more chance than an... More
- I feared
The belly-cold, the grave-clout, that betrayed
Me dithering in the drift of... More
- Man, dull creature of enormous head,
What would he look at in the coiling sky? More
- This is the day His hour of life draws near,
Let me get ready from head to foot for... More
- What is the flesh and blood compounded of
But a few moments in the life of time?
This... More
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