85 Quotes by Allen Tate

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

I had kept opaque Down deeper than the canyons undersea The sullen spectrum of a buried lake Nobody saw; not seen even by me....

So the dubbed conceit Played nursery of cheat To clear the I of sleet....

All the sea-gods are dead. You, Venus, come home To your salt maidenhead....

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?

The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

Men expect too much, do too little.

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.