Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky And I must think a little of the past: When I was ten I told a stinking lie That got a black boy whipped. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
The mission for the day is to encourage students to think beyond traditional career opportunities, prepare for future careers and entrance into the workplace. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
There is a calm for you where men and women Unroll the chill precision of moving feet. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
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… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
In an age of abstract experience, fornication Is self-expression, adjunct to Christian euphoria, And whores become delinquents; delinquents, patients; Patients, wards of society. Whores,… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
With spring the father-sky remakes the world: The male shower has flowed into the bride, Earth's body; then shifted through sky and sea and… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread, Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too soon The tall hat and eyes, the fierce feet, for… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight. — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
