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More Sonnets At Christmas II

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

Invite the ladies toward the

With greedy eyes that stare like an old crow.

How pleasantly the holly wreaths did

And how stuffed Santa did his reindeer

Above the golden oaken mantel, years ago!

Then hang this picture for a calendar,

As sheep for goat, and pray most

For the cold martial progress of your star,

With thoughts of commerce and society,

Well-milked Chinese,

Negroes who cannot sing,

The Huns gelded and feeding in a ring.

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Allen Tate

John Orley Allen Tate (November 19, 1899 – February 9, 1979), known professionally as Allen Tate, was an American poet, essayist, social comment…

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