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Record ID marc_columbia/Columbia-extract-20221130-005.mrc:109755748:2412
Source marc_columbia
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001 2085918
005 20220615201213.0
008 970410s1997 nju 000 0 eng
010 $a 97016224
020 $a0880015616
020 $a0880015624 (pbk.)
035 $a(OCoLC)36755915
035 $a(OCoLC)ocm36755915
035 $9AMX3289CU
035 $a(NNC)2085918
035 $a2085918
040 $aDLC$cDLC$dNNC$dOrLoB-B
050 00 $aPS3570.A8$bS55 1997
082 00 $a811/.54$221
100 1 $aTate, James,$d1943-2015.$0http://id.loc.gov/authorities/names/n78094025
245 10 $aShroud of the gnome :$bpoems /$cby James Tate.
250 $a1st Ecco ed.
260 $aHopwell, NJ :$bEcco Press,$c1997.
263 $a9711
300 $a72 pages ;$c21 cm
336 $atext$btxt$2rdacontent
337 $aunmediated$bn$2rdamedia
505 00 $tWhere Babies Come From --$tDays of Pie and Coffee --$tA Knock on the Door --$tNever Again the Same --$tRestless Leg Syndrome --$tThe Blind Heron --$tActing on a Tip --$tShroud of the Gnome --$tMy Felisberto --$tSame as You --$tAt the Days End Motel --$tThe Definition of Gardening --$tAcupuncture --$tShut Up and Eat Your Toad --$tLafcadio --$tNonstop --$tEverything for the Horse --$tDream On --$tAnd That's the Good News --$tBeautiful New Mirrors Have Arrived --$tDifferent Kinds of Embroidery --$tSchool of Paddling --$tOf Two or Three Minds --$tThe Faults of the Mariner's Compass --$tIn His Hut Sat Baba Jaga, Hag-Faced and with a Leg of Clay --$tA Road Open at Both Ends --$t"Sodomy in Shakespeare's Sonnets" --$tA Dangerous Adventure --$tFaulty Diction --$tChronology of Events --$tWho Will See Me Thru? --$tRevenge of the Jagged Ambush Bug --$tAdmirable Bird --$tYou Be the One --$tSmart --$tThe Sleeping Disorder Tour --$tThe Figure in the Carpet --$tEdge City --$tI Left My Couch in Tatamagouche --
505 80 $tTwenty-Five --$tBrave Face --$tThink of Your Absent Friend --$tThe New Ergonomics --$tPer Diem.
520 $aSpeakers in James Tate's poems are and are not like those we know: a man's meditation on gardening renders him witless; another man traps theories and then lets them loose in a city park; a nun confides that "it was her / cowboy pride that got her through"; a gnome's friend inhabits a world where "a great eschatological ferment is at work."
852 00 $boff,glx$hPS3570.A8$iS55 1997
852 00 $bbar$hPS3570.A8$iS55 1997