Where Babies Come From

James Tate

Many are from the Maldives,southwest of India, and must begincollecting shells almost immediately.The larger one may prefer coconuts.Survivors move from island to islandhopping over one another and neverlooking back. After the typhoonshave had their pick, and the birds of preyhave finished with theirs, the remaining fewmust build boats, and in this, of course,they can have no experience, they buildtheir boat of palm leaves and vines.Once the work is completed, they lie down,thoroughly exhausted and confused,and a huge wave washes them out to sea.And that is the last they see of one another.In their dreams Mama and Papaare standing on the shorefor what seems like an eternity,and it is almost always the wrong shore.

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Awarded the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, the Wallace Stevens Award, the William Carlos Williams Award, Tate was born in Kansas City, Missouri. Tate’s first book The Lost Pilot won the Yale Series of Younger Poets prize while Tate was still a student at the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop, making him one of the youngest poets to receive the honor. His poems influenced a generation of poets, due to their dream logic, metaphysical and psychological investigation.Tate’s books include Worshipful Company of FletchersDistance from Loved Ones, Reckoner, Constant DefenderViper JazzAbsencesHints to Pilgrims,The Oblivion Ha-Ha, Shroud of the Gnome, Return to the City of White Donkeys, Dome of the Hidden Pavilion, The Ghost Soldiers, The Eternal Ones of the Dream, The Government Lake, Dreams of a Dancing Robot Bee, The Route As Briefed, and countless chapbooks. About his work, the poet John Ashbery wrote in the New York Times: “Tate is the poet of possibilities, of morph, of surprising consequences, lovely or disastrous, and these phenomena exist everywhere… I return to Tate’s books more often perhaps than to any others when I want to be reminded afresh of the possibilities of poetry.”

Cover of the book "Hell, I Love Everybody"

New York, New York

Harper Collins

'The poems of James Tate will keep speaking to people for a very long time into the future, because they never stop caring and never stop having fun. They are, to my ear, lovely verbal reminders that everything should be regarded as mysterious and dear."
— George Saunders, author of Liberation Day and Lincoln in the Bardo

“A brilliant collection of poems from one of the most singular minds ever to have graced the page. Not only does this book exemplify Tate's unmatched imagination, but it also celebrates his intelligence, tenderness, and attention. This book is an absolute must-read for any poetry lover.”
— Ada Limón, author of The Carrying and Bright Dead Things 

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