Allen Tate
John Orley Allen Tate (November 19, 1899 – February 9, 1979) was an American poet, essayist, social commentator, and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1943 to 1944.
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“Of how he loved high laughter and the lonely
Heart, and cursed a dissipated rime
Of weariness in a golden morning, only
To rouse a cold Helen where the dawn distils
Her bewildered beauty on feet-forgotten hills.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“And he who dribbled couplets like a snake
Coiled to a lithe precision in the sun
Is missing.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“A spade is not a spade, and it is just
That any tremulous twisting of her lips
Should be mere prettiness, or call it grace
The canto amoroso of her hips.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“... the bold care of an ecstatic trull
Who rearranges with impartial feet
The silence in the caverns of a skull.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“Landor, not that I doubt your word,
That you had strove with none
At seventy-five and had deferred
To nature and art alone;
It is rather that at thirty-two
From us I see them part....”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)