Allen Tate Quotes

I suck in smoke! I smile at grimy mirth, And laugh to think that you had parried death.

every son-of-a-bitch is Christ, at least Rousseau....

For intellect is a mansion where waste is without drain....

The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

For Pope's tight back was rather a goat's than man's.

The Spring I seek is in a new face only.

They sough the rumour of mortality.

The moon will run all consciences to cover....