Poems by Keith Taylor
Paper - 9780814333914
Price: $15.95t
Subjects: Fiction and Poetry
Series: Made in Michigan Writers Series
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Published by Wayne State University Press
Keith Taylor is the author of numerous books, including Guilty at the Rapture and a co-translation of Battered Guitars: The Poetry and Prose of Kostas Karyotakis. He is coordinator of undergraduate creative writing at the University of Michigan and director of the Bear River Writers Conference.
“Keith Taylor’s are the poems of a cultured man confronting and celebrating the facts of the mortal world. In this book full of birds, the water and woods of the Great Lakes, the plains of western Canada, and the poet’s intellectual and ancestral homelands of Greece and County Clare, children grow, a marriage ripens, friends provide companionship and consolation, work abides, and books are the loam of the imagination.”
— John Repp, Pleiades
“Taylor’s poems are solid, seasoned and honest, unafraid to wander off-path or ask the same old questions. His lines feel like they rise from years of reading and thinking—of pressing an ear to poetry’s heart and listening closely."
— METROTIMES
“Many of the poems in this beautiful collection deal with loss, aging, the temporary nature of life as we know it. The rest of the book contains poems that stun us here and now. These are poems that settle deeply into our lives and brains, into the core of our being. If the World Becomes So Bright is a book of quiet epiphanies rising up in the backyard, in the crows outside, against the spruce trees, at the campsite.”
— Gently Read Literature
“Here is the man at home in the world: husband, father, naturalist—monkish, bookish, freighted with desire, wary of end times, wondrous at the neighborhood apocalypses. Here is Keith Taylor—one of our best—at his very best. Bravo! Bravo, Maestro!”
— Thomas Lynch
“Sometimes—all too rarely—one enters a book of poems and trusts, at once, the wisdom and the tact that govern it. Keith Taylor's is such a book. The volume of Livy, the child in her playpen, the gun—yes, even the gun—in the teenager's mouth become a kind of blessing in these poems, insisting that the world is here, is real, is lit with its own fleetingness, is far larger than we are. I keep hoping if I linger in these pages long enough, some portion of the wonderful attentiveness to be found here will rub off on me.”
— Linda Gregerson
“Sitting down with these poems is like being snowed in up north, glad to have enough wood for the wood stove, glad to be hanging out with this voice, one who tells a story, records a meaningful moment, notes a poignant or rueful anecdote all with authentic lyricism and complexity of tone.”
— Jack Ridl