Quotation by Allen Tate

What shall we say of the bones, unclean,
Whose verdurous anonymity will grow?
The ragged arms, the ragged heads and eyes
Lost in these acres of the insane green?
Allen Tate (1899–1979), U.S. poet. Ode to the Confederate Dead (l. 63–66). . .

Collected Poems, 1919-1976 [Allen Tate]. (1989) Louisiana State University Press.
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