James Tate Poems
- Happy As The Day Is Long I take the long walk up the ...
- Goodtime Jesus Jesus got up one day a little later than ...
- It Happens Like This I was outside St. Cecelia's ...
- Never Again The Same Speaking of sunsets, last night's was ...
- The Lost Pilot for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not ...
- Like A Scarf The directions to the lunatic asylum were ...
- A Knock On The Door They ask me if I've ever thought about ...
James Tate is an American poet whose work has earned him the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. He is a professor of English at the University of Massachusetts Amherst and a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
James Vincent Tate was born in Kansas City, Missouri. He received his B.A. from Kansas State University in 1965 and then went on to earn his M.F.A. from the University of Iowa in their famed Writer's Workshop.
Tate has taught creative writing at the University of California, Berkeley and Columbia University. He currently teaches at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, where he has worked since ... more »
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Happy As The Day Is Long
I take the long walk up the staircase to my secret room.
Today's big news: they found Amelia Earhart's shoe, size 9.
1992: Charlie Christian is bebopping at Minton's in 1941.
Today, the Presidential primaries have failed us once again.
We'll look for our excitement elsewhere, in the last snow
that is falling, in tomorrow's Gospel Concert in Springfield.
It's a good day to be a cat and just sleep.
Or to read the Confessions of Saint Augustine.
Jesus called the sons of Zebedee the Sons of Thunder.
In my secret room, plans are hatched: we'll explore the Smoky ...