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Swimmer of noonday, lean for the perfect dive
To the dead Mother's face, whose subtile down
You had not seen take amber light alive.
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "The Maimed Man.")
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... the bold care of an ecstatic trull
Who rearranges with impartial feet
The silence in the caverns of a skull.
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Madness.")
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(I remember my mother, my mother,
A stiff wind halted outside,
In the hard ear my country
Was a far shore crying
With invisible seas.)
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "A Pauper.")
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How learned he bitter songs of lost Iambe,
Or that a cup-shaped breast is nothing vile?
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Lycambes Talks to John.")
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And I have seen long fingers that would stare
With fiery eyes, and then the eyes would crawl
Deftly across the counterpane and fall
Soundless, with a wink of mild despair.
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Long Fingers.")
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For now the languid stertorous
Pale verses of Propertius
And the sapphire corpse undressed by Donne
(Prefiguring Rimbaud's etymon)
Have shrunk to an apotheosis
Of cold daylight after the kiss.
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "V. Epilogue to nia.")
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In the centre of his cage
The pacing animal
Surveys the jungle cove
And slicks his slithering wiles
To turn the venereal awl
In the livid wound of love.
(Allen Tate (1899-1979), U.S. poet, critic. "Seasons of the Soul.")
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