• Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky And I must think a little of the past: When I was ten I told a stinking lie That got a black boy whipped.

    Allen Tate: Ah, Christ, I love you rings to the wild sky
And I must think a little of the past:
When I was ten I told a stinking lie
That got a black boy whipped.
    Allen Tate (2014). “Collected Poems, 1919-1976”, p.103, Macmillan