Allen Tate

Not yet the thirtieth year, the
Station where time reverses his light
To rim both ways, and makes of forward back;
Whose long coordinates are birth and

Duchess:
Who am I
Bosola:
Thou art a box of worm-seed, at best but asalvatory of green mummy

Jefferson Davis:
No more the white refulgent streets
Never the dry hollows of the
Shall he in fine courtesy

(Sappho)Never the tramp of foot or horse,
Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,
Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-My heart moves lovingly
I say that what one loves is best:

The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies
One two three the cows bulge on the hill

In that place, shepherd, all the men are dead
Yes, look at the water grim and
Where immense Europa rears her head,
Her face pinched and her breasts slack

If thine eye offend thee, pluck it
If your tired unspeaking
Rivet the dark with linear sight,
Crazed by a warlock with his

The moon will run all consciences to cover,
Night is now the easy peer of day;
Little boys no longer sight the
Streaked in the sky, and cattle

Maryland,
Virginia,
Pent images in
Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of

and the children's teeth shall be set on edge
I see him old, trapped in a burly

When little boys grown patient at last, weary,
Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night,
The event will rage terrific as the sea;
Their bodies fill a crumbling room with light

"I give the yawp
Of piety and pelf(Who now reads Herrick
)"And contradict
No matter, the verse is large