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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Famous quotes by allen tate:
“By the roadside a hideous carrion, quivering
On a clean bed of pebbly clay,
Her legs flexed in the air like a courtesan,
Burning and sweating venomously,
Calmly exposed its belly, ironic and wan,
Clamorous with foul ecstasy.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“The river, right, tumbled into a cove;
But the map dashed the road along the stream
And we dotted man’s fishiest enthymeme
With jellied feet upon understanding love
Of what eyes see not, that nourishes the will:
We were fishers, weren’t we?”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“because your clamorous blood
Beats an impermanent rest
You think the dead arise
Westward and fabulous:
The dead are those whose lies
Were doors to a narrow house.”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“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)
“Men expect too much, do too little,
Put the contraption before the accomplishment,
Lack skill of the interior mind
To fashion dignity with shapes of air.
Luxury, yes but not elegance!”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)