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What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why.
Allen Tate
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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
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University Teacher
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Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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