Allen Tate quotes

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By the roadside a hideous carrion, quivering
On a clean bed of pebbly clay,
And even you will come to this foul shame,
This ultimate infection,
The flies swarmed on the putrid vulva, then
A black tumbling rout would seethe
Speak, then, my Beauty, to this dire putrescence,
To the worm that shall kiss your proud estate,
They darted down and rose up like a wave
Or buzzed impetuously as before;
Not glad, lifeless tycoon, nor sorry feel
For neither Bull nor Bear attends your way....
Accept these costly wreaths for my own sake
(Death asks no entrance fee to let you in)
The poet is he who fights on the passionate
Side and whoever loses he wins; when he
The use of arms is ownership
Of the appropriate gun. It is ownership that brings
Struck in the wet mire
Four thousand leagues from the ninth buried city
I thought of Troy, what we had built her for.
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