Allen Tate Quotes
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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 of poetry written in England forty years ago.
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The only real evidence that any critic may bring before his gaze is the finished poem.
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The dreary flies, lazy and casual, Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall. O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
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Men expect too much, do too little.
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All the sea-gods are dead. You, Venus, come home To your salt maidenhead...
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Let us begin to understand the argument. There is a solution to everything: Science.
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We know our end A packet of worm-seed, a garden of spent tissues.
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According to its doctors, my one intransigent desire is to have been a Confederate general, and because I could not or would not become anything else, I set up for poet and beg an to invent fictions about the personal ambitions that my society has no use for.
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Venus knows country matters: country knows Venus: For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm.
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The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
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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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The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
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But in our age the appeal to authority is weak, and I am of my age.
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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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Peering, I heard the hooves come down the hill. The posse passed, twelve horse; the leader's face Was worn as limestone on an ancient sill.
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We are afraid that we have not lived. We are not afraid of dying.
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Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.
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I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn...
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Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.
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The torrent of the reaching shade Broke shadow into all its parts, What then had been of shadow made Found exigence in fits and starts...
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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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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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Death's long anabasis.
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In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.