Peter Cooley
American poet and professor
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Peter Cooley (born November 19, 1940) is an American poet and Professor of English in the Department of English at Tulane University. He also directs Tulane's Creative Writing Program. Born in Detroit, Michigan, he holds degrees from Shimer College, the University of Chicago and the University of Iowa.[1] He is the father of poet Nicole Cooley.
BornNovember 19, 1940
Detroit, Michigan
OccupationPoet and Professor of English
NationalityAmerican
Period1960s-present
Peter Cooley | |
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| Born | November 19, 1940 Detroit, Michigan |
| Occupation | Poet and Professor of English |
| Nationality | American |
| Period | 1960s-present |
| Genre | Poetry |
| Notable works | The Company of Strangers, 1975 |
Career
Prior to joining Tulane, Cooley taught at the University of Wisconsin, Green Bay. He was the Robert Frost Fellow at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in 1981.
Poetry and awards
Bibliography
Poetry
- Collections
- Cooley, Peter (1975). The company of strangers. University of Missouri Press.
- The Room Where Summer Ends (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1979)
- Nightseasons (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1983)
- The Van Gogh Notebook (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1987)
- The Astonished Hours (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1992)
- Sacred Conversations (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1998)
- A Place Made of Starlight (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2003)
- Divine Margins (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2009)
- Night Bus to the Afterlife (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2014)
- World Without Finishing (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2018)
- The One Certain Thing (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2021)
- List of poems
| Title | Year | First published | Reprinted/collected |
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| Company of the motel room | 2013 | Cooley, Peter (November 4, 2013). "Company of the motel room". The New Yorker. Vol. 89, no. 35. p. 59. | |