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Allen Tate - Last Days Of AliceAllen Tate - Last Days Of Alice
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Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat, Declines upon her lost and twilight age; Above in the dozing leaves the grinning cat Quivers forever with his abstract rage: Whatever light swayed on the perilous gate Forever sways, nor will the arching grass, Caught when the world clattered, undulate In the deep suspension of the looking-glass. Bright Alice! always pondering to gloze The spoiled cruelty she had meant to say Gazes learnedly down her airy nose At nothing, nothing thinking all the day. Turned absent-minded by infinity She cannot move unless her double move, The All-Alice of the world`s entity Smashed in the anger of her hopeless love, Love for herself who, as an earthly twain, Pouted to join her two in a sweet one; No more the second lips to kiss in vain The first she broke, plunged through the glass alone— Alone to the weight of impassivity, Incest of spirit, theorem of desire, Without will as chalky cliffs by the sea Empty as the bodiless flesh of fire: All space, that heaven is a dayless night, A nightless day driven by perfect lust For vacancy, in which her bored eyesight Stares at the drowsy cubes of human dust. —We too back to the world shall never pass Through the shattered door, a dumb shade-harried crowd Being all infinite, function depth and mass Without figure, a mathematical shroud Hurled at the air—blessed without sin! O God of our flesh, return us to Your wrath, Let us be evil could we enter in Your grace, and falter on the stony path!
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