Allen Tate

(19 November 1899 - 9 February 1979 / Winchester, Kentucky)

Allen Tate Poems

41. Aeneas At Washington 4/21/2010
42. Sonnets Of The Blood Viii 4/21/2010
43. The Anabasis 4/21/2010
44. Seasons Of The Soul 4/21/2010
45. Idiot 4/21/2010
46. Mr. Pope 4/21/2010
47. False Nightmare 4/21/2010
48. Elegy 4/21/2010
49. The Paradigm 4/21/2010
50. Shadow And Shade 4/21/2010
51. To The Lacedemonians 4/21/2010
52. Ode To Fear 4/21/2010
53. The Oath 4/21/2010
54. The Vigil Of Venus 4/21/2010
55. The Twelve 4/21/2010
56. The Eagle 4/21/2010
57. The Eye 4/21/2010
58. The Traveller 4/21/2010
59. The Robber Bridegroom 4/21/2010
60. Death Of Little Boys 4/21/2010
61. Last Days Of Alice 4/21/2010
62. To The Romantic Traditionists 4/21/2010
63. The Cross 4/21/2010
64. Unnatural Love 4/21/2010
65. The Meaning Of Life 4/21/2010
66. To A Romantic 4/21/2010
67. The Wolves 4/21/2010
68. The Meaning Of Death 4/21/2010
69. Winter Mask 4/21/2010
70. The Subway 4/21/2010
71. Light 4/21/2010
72. The Mediterranean 1/20/2003
73. Ode To The Confederate Dead 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Allen Tate

Ode To The Confederate Dead

Row after row with strict impunity
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection;
In the riven troughs the splayed leaves
Pile up, of nature the casual sacrament
To the seasonal eternity of death;
Then driven by the fierce scrutiny
Of heaven to their election in the vast breath,
They sough the rumour of mortality.

Autumn is desolation in the plot
Of a thousand acres where these memories grow
From the inexhaustible bodies that are not
Dead, but feed the grass row after rich row.
Think of the autumns that have ...

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Correspondences

(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)

All nature is a temple where the alive
Pillars breathe often a tremor of mixed words;
Man wanders in a forest of accords
That peer familiarly from each ogive.

Like thinning echoes tumbling to sleep beyond
In a unity umbrageous and infinite,

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