Allen Tate (19 November 1899 - 9 February 1979 / Winchester, Kentucky)
John Orley Allen Tate was an American poet, essayist, social commentator, and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1943 to 1944.
Tate was born near Winchester, Kentucky to John Orley Tate, a businessman, and Eleanor Parke Custis Varnell. In 1916 and 1917 Tate studied the violin at the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music.
He began attending Vanderbilt University in 1918, where he met fellow poet Robert Penn Warren . Warren and Tate were invited to join a group of young Southern poets under the leadership of John Crowe Ransom; the group were known as the Fugitive ... more »
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- A Carrion
- A Pauper
- Aeneas At Washington
- Death Of Little Boys
- Eclogue Of The Liberal And The Poet
- False Nightmare
- Farewell To Anactoria
- Fragment Of A Meditation
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''I've often wondered why she laughedAllen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Edges."
On thinking why I wondered so;
It seemed such waste that long white hands
Should touch my hands and let them go.''
''She, her head back, waitedAllen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Pastoral."
Barbarous the stalking tide;
Her, nor balked nor sated
But plunged into the wide
Area of mental ire,
Lay at her wandering side.''
There are wolves in the next room waiting
With heads bent low, thrust out, breathing
At nothing in the dark; between them and me
A white door patched with light from the hall
Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Wolves."
''Our loss put six feet under groundAllen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Elegy."
Is measured by the magnolia's root;
Our gain's the intellectual sound
Of death's feet round a weedy tomb.''