Poems by Allen Tate
Pastoral
... And there they were by the river ...
To A Romantic
... And because your clamorous blood ...
Light
... To streets where leaking casements dripped ...
The Eagle
... Think not the world spins ever ...
Sonnets Of The Blood II
... It studied burns lest you its rage should smother ...
The Trout Map
... Which made the government fish lie down and laugh ...
Sonnets At Christmas I
... Figured with boys and girls spilt from a sled, ...
Idiot
... Flies yield their heat, magnolias drench the ground ...
Jubilo
... . . Tail-spinning from the shelves of sky ...
Homily
... That wove their interior smoke its way, ...
Obituary
... Shall now her touselled eyes rinse out the haze ...
The Ancestors
... When the night's coming and the last light falls ...
The Subway
... Dazed, while the worldless heavens bulge and reel ...
Farewell To Anactoria
... (Sappho) Never the tramp of foot or horse, ...
Message From Abroad
... by the miasmal banks of tidewaters where malarial fever ...
