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The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
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Literary Critic
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University Teacher
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Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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Antiquity breached mortality with myths. Narcissus is vocabulary. Hermes decorates A cornice on the Third National Bank.
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So the dubbed conceit Played nursery of cheat To clear the I of sleet.
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What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why.
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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.
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Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.
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All the sea-gods are dead. You, Venus, come home To your salt maidenhead.
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Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight.
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So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.
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In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.
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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.
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What was I saying? An Egyptian king Once touched long fingers, which are not anything.
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Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red Reverberance of hail upon the dead Thunder like an exploding crucible!
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Our loss put six feet under ground Is measured by the magnolia's root Our gain's the intellectual sound Of death's feet round a weedy tomb.
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Let us begin to understand the argument. There is a solution to everything: Science.
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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.
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Culture is the study of perfection, and the constant effort to achieve it.
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