• Last night I fled until I came To streets where leaking casements dripped Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame; A nervous window bled.

    Allen Tate: Last night I fled until I came
To streets where leaking casements dripped
Stale lamplight from the corpse of flame;
A nervous window bled.
    Allen Tate (2014). “Collected Poems, 1919-1976”, p.207, Macmillan