Poems by James Tate
Shroud of the Gnome
... hesitates, dances sideways, brushes my foot as if for a kiss, ...
The Chaste Stranger
... when a clattering of carts broke her thoughts— ...
The Painter of the Night
... " Hatcher, a little hurt, said, "Frogs in the Dark, Lily- ...
A Knock On The Door
... " After a few bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about ...
Days of Pie and Coffee
... " Well, if I were a voting man I'd vote for you, I said ...
Dream On
... next to the tweezers, and walk around the room three times, ...
Goodtime Jesus
... What was it? A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled ...
Happy As The Day Is Long
... In my secret room, plans are hatched: we'll explore the Smoky Mountains ...
Head of a White Woman Winking
... When Lily winks they understand everything, ...
Like A Scarf
... What, for instance, I asked myself, would a doctor, a doctor of the mind, ...
Loyalty
... and putt ourselves thunderously, touching bottom ...
More Later, Less The Same
... A school of Stoics walks by, eager, in its phlegmatic way, ...
My Felisberto
... although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two ...
My Great Great Etc. Uncle Patrick Henry
... My family's obviously done nothing since the beginning ...
Never Again The Same
... I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they ...
