Poems by Allen Tate
Ignis Fatuus
... I saw you flee the world, the burnt highways ...
Sonnets Of The Blood IX
... The Thracian, swollen with pride, besiege the Attic- ...
Ode To Our Young Pro-Consuls Of The Air
... Cow Creek and bright Bear Wallow, ...
Sonnets Of The Blood III
... Since, if that's vain, it's only childlike so: ...
A Carrion
... When through your bones the flowers and sucking grass ...
The Cross
... -Like young wolves that have tasted blood, ...
The Traveller
... In the burnt meadow, with colourless hair ...
Records
... "Im growing old," he said, "you have no choice," ...
To The Lacedemonians
... reunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades: ...
Sonnets Of The Blood V
... These twenty years until you brought him back ...
The Oath
... There's precious little to say between day and dark, ...
Sonnets Of The Blood IV
... Too strict with nature and than they less free ...
False Nightmare
... Jackdaws, Buzzards and crows the land ...
The Paradigm
... So fades out each heart's looking-glass ...
Ode To Fear
... O beast of the heart, those saints who cursed your name ...
