The Lost Pilot, James Tate
for my father, 1922-1944
Your face did not rot
like the others–the co-pilot,
for example, I saw him
yesterday. His face is corn- 247 more words
Many poets take you by the hand, and with great care, show you their world and their wisdom, a great gift no doubt.
But, James Tate affords the reader more opportunity than that, his poems present themselves, as if he has swung open his arms and said, “Here is what I see! 275 more words