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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
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Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, litigious love,Wears the long claw of flesh-arguing crime.
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A poem may be an instance of morality, of social conditions, of psychological history it may instance all its qualities, but never one of them alone, nor any two or three never less than all.
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Men cannot live forever But they must die forever.
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In a manner of speaking, the poem is its own knower, neither poet nor reader knowing anything that the poem says apart from the words of the poem.
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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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There's precious little to say between day and dark, Perhaps a few words on the implacable will Of time sailing like a magic barque Or something as fine for the amenities.
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Last night I fled until I came To streets where leaking casements dripped Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame A nervous window bled.
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Culture is the study of perfection, and the constant effort to achieve it.
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Religion is the sole technique for the validating of values.
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What was I saying? An Egyptian king Once touched long fingers, which are not anything.
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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.
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Death's long anabasis.
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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.
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My darling boy whom I shall never know, My son, I love you in my deepest fears.
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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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Poets, in their way, are practical men they are interested in results.
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The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace.
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The poet is he who fights on the passionate Side and whoever loses he wins when he Is defeated it is hard to say who wins.
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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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we know our end A packet of worm-seed, a garden of spent tissues.
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