the torches by James Tate. Unicorn Press, 1968, 1971.

I have affection for this book, having purchased it at Serendipity Books in Berkeley for $2 when I was 15 or 16, when Tate used to be a better poet. Sure, it has some corny "deep images," but also some wacky humor, not too jaded, as Tate later became.