“They darted down and rose up like a waveOr buzzed impetuously as before;One would have thought the corpse was held a slaveTo living by the life it bore!”Allen Tate A Carrion, from Poems (1961).
“Now remember courage, go to the door,Open it and see whether coiled on the bedOr cringing by the wall, a savage beastMaybe with golden hair, with deep eyesLike a bearded spider on a sunlit floorWill snarl—and man can never be alone.”Allen Tate The Wolves, from Collected Poems (1970).
“What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, litigious love,Wears the long claw of flesh-arguing crime.”Allen Tate I, from Collected Poems (1970).
