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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“This is the man who classified the bits
Of his friends’ hells into a pigeonhole—
He hung each disparate anguish on the spits
Parboiled and roasted in his own withering soul.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“I think that in the swift white mind’s brain
Neurons flash images of a world
Undead and deathless, burgeoning again.
I think that Spring will come this way, unfurled.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“He was the finest of our happy men;
He had all joys, he never thought of death;
He fiddled sometimes with his mind, and then
Shook off the tremor like a nervous wren....”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtieth
Station where time reverses his light heels
To run both ways, and makes of forward back;
Whose long co-ordinates are birth and death....”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)