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Allen Tate - To The Romantic TraditionistsAllen Tate - To The Romantic Traditionists
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I have looked at them long, My eyes blur; sourceless light Keeps them forever young Before our ageing sight. You see them-too strict forms Of will, the secret dignity Of our dissolute storms; They grow too bright to be. What were they like? What mark Can signify their charm? They never saw the dark; Rigid, they never knew alarm. Do not the scene rehearse! The perfect eyes enjoin A contemptuous verse; We speak the crabbed line. Immaculate race! to yield Us final knowledge set In a cold frieze, a field Of war but no blood let. Are they quite willing, Do they ask to pose, Naked and simple, chilling The very wind`s nose? They ask us how to live! We answer: Again try Being the drops we sieve. What death it is to die! Therefore because they nod, Being too full of us, I look at the turned sod Where it is perilous And yawning all the same As if we knew them not And history had no name- No need to name the spot!
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