Now a new book, arriving without the major fanfare of the previous two, serves to extend Tate’s legacy by collecting poems that had never before been released. The ten poems here join to form a work that resurfaces the distinct genius of James Tate for an audience that has only grown larger each year. Many of the poems begin familiarly: “I saw a man chasing his dog down the street” plainly sets the scene of the first poem in the collection. You can’t tell where they are going to go.” These poems rescue the reader from mistaking them for cliche. These poems join the bizzaro harmony of the rest of his work.