7 nov. 2008


*James Tate. The Unicorns. 1971. 46 pp.

This book is one I've had for many, many years. I remember I bought it at Serendipity Books when I was a teenager. It's hard to separate my feelings about it now from the emotion I felt reading it for the first time. This is Tate's best period anyway, before he repeated himself 4,000 times and became corny and diffuse.

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