poet Allen Tate

Allen Tate

Light

Last night I fled until I came
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled.

The moon swagged in the air.
Out of the mist a girl tossed
Spittle of song; a hoarse light
Spattered the fog with heavy hair.

Damp bells in a remote tower
Sharply released the throat of God,
I leaned to the erect night
Dead as stiff turf in winter sod.

Then with the careless energy
Of a dream, the forward curse
Of a cold particular eye
In the headlong hearse.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (11/19/2016 6:32:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem! ! ! ......
    Thanks for sharing.......

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (11/19/2016 9:17:00 AM)

    This is a very good poem about significance of light. Very nice. Thanks for sharing.

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  • Birgitta Abimbola HeikkaBirgitta Abimbola Heikka (11/19/2016 9:00:00 AM)

    Love the style of writing.—reminds me of Emily Dickinson. Interesting comparison of the erect night to “stiff turf in winter sod” in the 3rd verse. Love the ending “the forward curse of a cold eye in the headlong hearse.” Enjoyed reading this piece

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  • R SoosR Soos (11/19/2016 8:53:00 AM)

    Alan Tate is such an interesting read. He rides the cusp between the free verse and imagry movement ('with the careless energy of a dream') and the strict rhyme/meter of the 19th century with grace and brilliance.

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/19/2016 7:37:00 AM)

    A nervous window bled
    Stunning write depicting diverse manifestations of light. Thanks for sharing it here.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (11/19/2016 3:14:00 AM)

    In a remote tower. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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