James Tate Poems
- It Happens Like This I was outside St. Cecelia's ...
- Goodtime Jesus Jesus got up one day a little later than ...
- Happy As The Day Is Long I take the long walk up the ...
- Never Again The Same Speaking of sunsets, last night's was ...
- Like A Scarf The directions to the lunatic asylum were ...
- A Knock On The Door They ask me if I've ever thought about ...
- The Lost Pilot for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not ...
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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It Happens Like This
I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory
smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me.
It was mostly black and white, with a little reddish
brown here and there. When I started to walk away,
it followed. I was amused and delighted, but wondered
what the laws were on this kind of thing. There's
a leash law for dogs, but what about goats? People
smiled at me and admired the goat. "It's not my goat,"
I explained. "It's the town's goat. I'm just taking
my turn caring for it." "I didn't know we had a goat,"
one of them said. "I ...