Louis D. Rubin, Jr.
That poem, as Tate goes on to say about the "Ode to the Confederate Dead," is
also about "a man stopping at the gate of a Confederate graveyard on a late autumn
symbol of the solipsism and the Narcissism:
Autumn is desolation in the plot
Think of the autumns that have come and gone!
some of the relationships between the "something" and the "something
Richard Weaver has written of the Nashville Agrarians that they "underwent a
poetry." In a certain sense that is true, but the word "apprenticeship" is
how to be an Agrarian. He was a poet while he was an Agrarian; he continued to be a poet
after his specific interest in Agrarianism diminished, and now he has become an active
"Figure to yourself a man stopping at the gate of a Confederate cemetery . . .
," Tate writes in his essay "Narcissus as Narcissus." He continues: ".
the cut-off-ness of the modern ‘intellectual man’ from the world."
Turns you, like them, to stone,
Transforms the heaving air
Till plunged into a heavier world below
You shift your sea-space blindly
Heaving, turning like the blind crab.
If the Confederate Ode is based upon a moral conflict involving "the cut-off-ness
of the modern ‘intellectual man’ from the world," why did Tate choose as his symbol
the Confederate graveyard? The answer lies in the history of the region in which Allen
Tate and his fellow Fugitives and Agrarians grew up. Tate was born and reared in the Upper
of 1914-1918 the South re-entered the world," Tate has written, "—but gave
a backward glance as it stepped over the border: that backward glance gave us the Southern
What kind of country was the South upon which Tate and his contemporaries of the early
1920s looked back at as well as observed around them? It was first of all a country with
half-century before, and the South had been badly beaten. Afterwards Southern leaders
decided to emulate the ways of the conqueror, and called for a New South of cities and
factories. Such Southern intellectuals as there were went along with the scheme. Men of
come into its own. When it came to forecasting a literary renascence in the South. Bassett
the form that it would take. What brought about the renascence—what there was in the
time and place that made possible an Allen Tate and a William Faulkner and a Donald
Davidson and a John Ransom and a Robert Penn Warren and an Andrew Lytle and three dozen
other Southern writers—was not the eager willingness to ape the ways of the
Industrial East, but rather the revulsion against the necessity of having to do so in
changing, so that Tate’s modern Southerner standing at the gate of a Confederate military
cemetery was forced to compare what John Spencer Bassett had once termed "the worn
And what had taken its place was what Tate and his fellow Agrarians have been crying
religion and ritual and tradition and order were rapidly being superseded by the worship
of getting and spending.
Thus the Confederate graveyard as the occasion for solipsism, and the failure of the
faults vastly preferable to what was taking place now. As he wrote in 1936, "the
Southern man of letters cannot permit himself to look upon the old system from a purely
social point of view, or from the economic view; to him it must seem better than the
system that destroyed it, better, too, than any system with which the modern planners,
Marxian or any color, wish to replace the present order." Surveying the heroic past
and the empty present, the young Southerner could only feel himself in isolation from what
were now his region’s ways. In the words of the Confederate Ode,
What shall we say who count our days and bow
Our heads with a commemorial woe
In the ribboned coats of grim felicity,
What shall we say to the bones, unclean,
Whose verdurous anonymity will grow?
The ragged arms, the ragged heads and eyes
Lost in these acres of the insane green?
The gray lean spiders come, they come and go;
In a tangle of willows without light
The singular screech-owl’s tight
Invisible lyric seeds the mind
With the furious murmur of their chivalry.
We shall say only the leaves
Flying, plunge and expire
We shall say only the leaves whispering
In the improbable mist of nightfall
That flies on multiple wing. . . .
We are, that is, inadequate, cut off, isolated; we cannot even imagine how it was. All
we can see is the leaves blowing about the gravestones. So Mr. Tate’s modern Southerner
The "Ode to the Confederate Dead" dates from about 1926, and that was the
"doing something" about the Southern situation, a project which soon led to
other Southerners set forth Agrarian counsels for what they felt was an increasingly
industrialized, increasingly misled South. The central argument was stated in the first
paragraph of the introduction, which Ransom composed and to which all the participants
all tend to support a Southern way of life as against what may be called the American or,
prevailing way; and all as much as agree that the best terms in which to represent the
distinction are contained in the phrase, Agrarian versus Industrial."
The problem that the twelve Agrarians felt confronted the modern South was the same
very definite sense, I’ll Take My Stand represented their recommendations for a
solution, in a particular time and place, of the central moral problem of the "Ode to
the Confederate Dead."
was based on a concept of nature as something to be used. In so doing, industrialism threw
Agrarian quarrel, they declared, was with applied science, which in the form of industrial
capitalism had as its object the enslavement of human energies. Since all activity was
measured by the yardstick of financial gain, the industrial spirit neglected the aesthetic
It must be remembered that most of the Agrarians were speaking not as economists or
sociologists or regional planners or even as professional philosophers; they were speaking
as men of letters. They believed that an Agrarian civilization was the way of life which
it, "intercalary and non-participating experiences." Donald Davidson wrote of
philosophy of life, in which both economics and art would find their natural places and
not be disassociated into abstract means and abstract ends, as the pseudo-culture of the
world-city would disassociate them."
In an Agrarian community aesthetic activity would not be subordinate to economics. The
artist would be a working member of society, not a person somehow set apart from the
of daily life, and not something superfluous and outmoded, to be indulged when business
permitted. Knowledge—letters, learning, taste, the integrated and rich fullness of
Confederate Ode, and not an unassimilated, discordant conglomerate of fragments. In the
words of the poem,
What shall we say who have knowledge
Carried to the heart? Shall we take the act
To the grave? Shall we, more hopeful, set up the grave
In the house? The ravenous grave?
from which we are increasingly cut off by its insularity and isolation, in which we have
mobility but no direction, energy but no outlet—shall we wait for death, or better
still, court it?
In one sense, the program put forward in I’ll Take My Stand constituted an
answer to that question. But for all the book’s effectiveness (and 23 years later it is
receiving more attention from young Southerners than ever before in its history), it would
be a mistake to believe that the Agrarian program was the only, or even the most
important, statement of the problems of modern man as Tate and his colleagues saw them.
One must always remember that Tate, Ransom, Davidson and Warren were poets primarily, not
social scientists. The place to look for Allen Tate’s ultimate statement of views is in
Cleanth Brooks has pointed out the relevance of Tate’s poetry to this central moral
problem. Not only is this so in regard to subject matter, however; we find it implicit in
colleagues? I think we find it stated, and recognized, from the very outset, in the first
reviews of the anthology, Fugitives, published in 1928. "Fugitive poetry makes
one distinctly feel that one of the serious and fundamental defects of nineteenth century
poetry was that it was too easy," one critic wrote. "Mr. Ransom, Mr. Tate and
Miss [Laura] Riding are not for those who read and run," another reviewer asserted.
The poet John Gould Fletcher, himself soon to join the Agrarians in the symposium,
declared in a review that the Fugitive poets had become the main impulse in America in the
leadership of "a school of intellectual poetry replacing the free verse experiments
of the elder school."
The kind of poetry that Allen Tate was writing, then, represented a disciplined,
intellectual, difficult poetry, requiring of the reader, in Tate s own words, "the
fullest co-operation of all his intellectual resources, all his knowledge of the world,
and all the persistence and alertness that he now thinks of giving to scientific
were a subordinate, harmless activity "for those who read and run." It claimed
for art as important and as demanding a role in human affairs as that played by science
is as serious, it has an attitude as official, it is as studied and consecutive, it is by
all means as difficult, it is no less important."
as in the concluding lines of the Confederate Ode:
The shut gate and the decomposing wall:
The gentle serpent, green in the mulberry bush,
Riots with his tongue through the hush—
Sentinel of the grave who counts us all
Of those lines Tate says that "the closing image, that of the serpent, is the
ancient symbol of time, and I tried to give it the credibility of the commonplace by
placing it in a mulberry bush—with the faint hope that the silkworm would somehow be
explicit. But time is also death. If that is so, then space, or the Becoming, is life; and
I believe there is not a single spacial symbol in the poem. . . "
Why, though, if that is all that Tate "meant," did he not write something
like the following:
Let us leave the graveyard now.
Time runs riot there
And time brings death to bear
And wears it on its brow.
The answer is that those lines are simply the abstract statement of what Tate was
saying—and not even that, because Tate was not simply declaring that one should not
remain in a graveyard because it reminds one of time and time brings death. Such a
statement represents merely the "message" of the lines. Its purpose would be to
give instruction concerning the course of action to be followed at a cemetery gate. One
may decide that it is "true," which is another way of saying that the
idea expressed is in accord with the findings of science; or that it is "false,"
in which case the advice is non-scientific and not an advantageous basis for action. If
the former, the poet is not saying anything startling, and certainly a clinical
psychologist could present much more convincing proof of the validity of the action than
the poet would be doing. And if one decides that the advice is not scientifically
plausible, then what else remains? The lines contain nothing but the advice; the
"meaning" represents the lines’ sole reason for being.
Tate’s lines, however, do not simply give "advice"; they do not base their
appeal on their adaptability to counsel. They are not dependent upon any scientific
their own validity. They do not pretend to be representative of scientific knowledge
and proof; they are their own knowledge and proof. They are about serpents and
visitors. Tate’s poem isn’t a mere pseudo-scientific statement, and it doesn’t depend upon
a paraphrase of a scientific statement, and its validity is neither confirmable nor
refutable by scientists. It mayor may not contain a statement of scientific truth, but
that would at most be a portion, only one of a number of parts, involved in the whole
creation of the poem. The poem, therefore, does not depend upon science; science plays
only a relatively minor role. The relationship is obvious to the Agrarian belief in the
equality of the aesthetic pursuits with the scientific.
Tate and his colleagues have insisted in their poetry and criticism that the image
possesses a priority over the abstract idea. They have taken over the pioneering work done
by the Imagists and gone further. They have been instrumental in reviving contemporary
interest in the Metaphysical poets of the seventeenth century, constructed as that poetry
is with complex imagery and metaphor. An idea, Ransom has written, "is derivative and
tamed," whereas an image is in the wild state: "we think we can lay hold
of image and take it captive, but the docile captive is not the real image but only the
idea, which is the image with its character beaten out of it." The image, Ransom
explored for the properties." The scientist can use the manifold only by singling out
the one property with which he is concerned: "It is not by refutation but by
abstraction that science destroys the image. It means to get its ‘value’ out of the image,
and we may be sure that it has no use for the image in its original state of
A poetry of abstract ideas, Tate and Ransom held, is a poetry of science, and as such
it neglects the manifold properties of life and nature. Just as an economist used only the
special interests of economics to interpret human activity, so the poetry of ideas was
concerned with only one part of the whole. This led to specialization and isolation,
fragmenting the balance and completeness of man and nature into a multitude of special
interests, cutting off men from the whole of life, destroying the unity of human
existence. And here we come again to Tate’s main theme in the Confederate Ode, "the
failure of the human personality to function objectively in nature and society,"
"the cut-off-ness of the modern ‘intellectual man’ from the world." It is a
constant refrain in Tate’s work. In 1928, for instance, we find these two sentences in a
review by Tate 0f Gorham Munson’s Destinations, in the New Republic: "Evasions
culture." And 25 years later he is still saying just that, as in his recent Phi Beta
committed to the illiberal specializations that the nineteenth century has proliferated
into the modern world: specializations in which means are divorced from ends; action from
sensibility, matter from mind, society from the individual, religion from moral agency,
community from men in the crowd. There is literally no end to this list of dissociations
because there is no end, yet in sight, to the fragmenting 0f the western mind."
Modern man of the dissociated sensibility, isolated from his fellows, caught up in a
life of fragmented parts and confused impulses; thus Allen Tate’s Southerner waiting at
the inscrutable foot-cavalry of a day when ancestors of that Southerner knew what they
fought for, and could die willingly for knowing it:
You know who have waited by the wall
The twilight certainty of an animal,
Those midnight restitutions of the blood
You know—the immitigable pines, the smoky frieze
Of the sky, the sudden call: you know the rage,
The cold pool left by the mounting flood,
Of muted Zeno and Parmenides.
You who have waited for the angry resolution
Of those desires that should be yours tomorrow,
You know the unimportant shrift of death
And praise the vision
And praise the arrogant circumstance
Of those who fall
Rank upon rank, hurried beyond decision—
Here by the sagging gate, stopped by the wall.
Times are not what they were, Tate’s Southerner at the gate realizes; it has become
almost impossible even to imagine such days:
You hear the shout, the crazy hemlocks point
With troubled fingers to the silence which
Smothers you, a mummy, in time.
the meter and rhyme without fixed pattern," Tate wrote, "but in another feature
the poem is even further removed from Pindar than Abraham Cowley was: a purely subjective
meditation would not even in Cowley’s age have been called an ode. I suppose in so calling
man by a gate."
from Rubin, Southern Renascence. Copyright ? 1953 by the Johns Hopkins UP.