Allen Tate
Allen Tate
John Orley Allen Tate, known professionally as Allen Tate, was an American poet, essayist, social commentator, and Poet Laureate from 1943 to 1944...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth19 November 1899
CountryUnited States of America
christmas lying fire
The day's at end and there's nowhere to go, Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying; Get up and once again politely lying Invite the ladies toward the mistletoe....
garden tissues worms
we know our end A packet of worm-seed, a garden of spent tissues.
mother swimming light
Swimmer of noonday, lean for the perfect dive To the dead Mother's face, whose subtile down You had not seen take amber light alive.
weed good-man plot
Good manners, Madam, are had these days not For your asking, nor mine, nor what-we-used-to-be's. The day is a loud grenade that bursts a smile Of serious weeds in a comic lily plot....
morning clerks world
In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.
moving men feet
There is a calm for you where men and women Unroll the chill precision of moving feet.
age faces calm
So face with calm that heritage And earn contempt before the age.
eye moon feet
Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread, Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too soon The tall hat and eyes, the fierce feet, for dead Descry, and fix you prone in their revelling moon.
horse leader faces
Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.
love-you son boys
My darling boy whom I shall never know, My son, I love you in my deepest fears....
glasses church saint
For often at Church I've seen the stained high glass Pour out the Virgin and Saints, twist and untwist The mortal youth of Christ astride an ass.