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John Orley Allen Tate (November 19, 1899 – February 9, 1979), known professionally as Allen Tate, was an American poet, essayist, social commentator, and Poet Laureate from 1943 to 1944.

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A poem may be an instance of morality, of social conditions, of psychological history; it may instance all its qualities, but never one of them alone, nor any two or three; never less than all.

Conditions, Psychological, Quality, Three, Two

There's precious little to say between day and dark, Perhaps a few words on the implacable will Of time sailing like a magic barque Or something as fine for the amenities.

Dark, Magic, Sailing, Say, Twilight

Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight.

Come, Day, Punctilious, Sight, Space, Twilight

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

Conflict, Drama, Experience, Mean

Walk in this faithless grass with studious tread, Lest mice, weasels, germane beasts, too soon The tall hat and eyes, the fierce feet, for dead Descry, and fix you prone in their revelling moon.

Beasts, Eye, Feet, Mice, Moon, Walk

The day's at end and there's nowhere to go, Draw to the fire, even this fire is dying; Get up and once again politely lying Invite the ladies toward the mistletoe.

Christmas, Draw, Fire, Invite, Ladies, Lying

Row after row with strict impunity The headstones yield their names to the element, The wind whirrs without recollection.

Headstones, Names, Recollection, Whirrs, Wind, Yield

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.

Art, Mean, Written, Years

Let us begin to understand the argument. There is a solution to everything: Science.

Argument, Begin, Let, Science, Truth, Understand

For some reason most critics have a hard time fixing their minds directly under their noses, and before they see the object that is there they use a telescope upon the horizon to see where it came from.

Hard Times, Horizon, Mind, Object, Under, Use

Struck in the wet mire Four thousand leagues from the ninth buried city I thought of Troy, what we had built her for.

Buried, Cities, Four, League, Mire, Thousand

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.

Ambition, Desire, Doctors, Fictions, Poet

Narcissism and the Confederate dead cannot be connected logically, or even historically; even were the connection an historical fact, they would not stand connected as art, for no one experiences raw history.

Art, Confederate, Connected, Connections, Dead, Historical

Last night I fled until I came To streets where leaking casements dripped Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame; A nervous window bled.

Bled, Corpse, Flames, Lamplight, Lasts, Night

I believe the term modulation denotes in music the uninterrupted shift from one key to another: I do not know the term for change of rhythm without change of measure.

Believe, Change, Keys, Modulation, Music, Uninterrupted

Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.

Compensation, Deal, Deals, Good, Psychological, Theory

POET If not in a place, where are the People weeping? LIBERAL They creep weeping in the face, not place. POET Is it something with which we may cope The weeping, the creeping, the peepee-ing, the peeping?

Cope, Faces, May, People, Place

The poet is he who fights on the passionate Side and whoever loses he wins; when he Is defeated it is hard to say who wins.

Defeated, Fighting, Passionate, War, Winning, Wins

William Blake cursed the flesh for a clod, Yet of some of his sayings we Moderns have heard tell: 'The nakedness of woman is the work of God', Or that title--The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.

Cursed, Flesh, Heaven, Hell, Titles, Woman

In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.

Clerks, Cold, Greet, Morning, Rested, World

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