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How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry.
Allen Tate
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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
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Literary Critic
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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Happen
Write
Geneticists
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Psychologists
Doe
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More quotes by Allen Tate
Now remember courage, go to the door,Open it and see whether coiled on the bedOr cringing by the wall, a savage beastMaybe with golden hair, with deep eyesLike a bearded spider on a sunlit floorWill snarl-and man can never be alone.
Allen Tate
Religion is the sole technique for the validating of values.
Allen Tate
Dramatic experience is not logical it may be subdued to the kind of coherence that we indicate when we speak, in criticism, of form.
Allen Tate
For intellect is a mansion where waste is without drain.
Allen Tate
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
Allen Tate
I thought I heard the dark pounding its head On a rock, crying: Who are the dead?
Allen Tate
Let us lie down once more by the breathing side Of Ocean, where our live forefathers sleep As if the Known Sea still were a month wide-- Atlantis howls but is no longer steep!
Allen Tate
I believe the term modulation denotes in music the uninterrupted shift from one key to another: I do not know the term for change of rhythm without change of measure.
Allen Tate
Venus knows country matters: country knows Venus: For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm.
Allen Tate
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.
Allen Tate
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark and then the towering weak and pale.
Allen Tate
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.
Allen Tate
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
Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.
Allen Tate
Narcissism and the Confederate dead cannot be connected logically, or even historically even were the connection an historical fact, they would not stand connected as art, for no one experiences raw history.
Allen Tate
We are afraid that we have not lived. We are not afraid of dying.
Allen Tate
The twilight is long fingers and black hair.
Allen Tate
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.
Allen Tate
Genetic theories, I gather, have been cherished academically with detachment.
Allen Tate
So the dubbed conceit Played nursery of cheat To clear the I of sleet.
Allen Tate