an Anglo-Irish poet and academic, and authority on Matthew Arnold.
He was born on August 29, 1912, in Glamorganshire, South Wales.
He went on to graduate with first class honors from the University of Durham; receiving his Batcheloe of Literature from St. Edmund Hall, Oxford.
His career was spent as an educator; first as a tutor in adult education programs at the University of Liverpool, England. he then furthered his career and became a Professor of Modern English Literature.
Allot was also editor and author of introduction of an edition of Graham Greene's Brighton Rock, 1968. Author of play "The Publican's Story," produced in 1953. ... more »
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Kenneth Allott Poems
I take you looking at the statue the smile is yours and the stone is you the stone is simple and the smile is playful the smile is stolen and the stone is fallen
Our Trojan world is polarised to mourn; To dream and find a black spot on the sun, And wake to love and find our lover gone.
Aunt Sally Speaks
Who have been educated out of naive responses, The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face, the same moody defences
I offer you my forests and my street-cries With hands of double-patience under the clock, The antiseptic arguments and lies Uttered before the flood, the submerged rock.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
I take you looking at the statue
the smile is yours and the stone is you
the stone is simple and the smile is playful
the smile is stolen and the stone is fallen
I ask you to stand and smile like that until
thinking you stone, time has forgotten you.
They say but really I forget
whether so often and so quizzical
whoever it was crying in another voice ...
Let us sit like tailors. At least 1 am sure of this:
man or woman or beast I recall no face.
The night is kind so please to bend your arm
hide your head ...