Potential Titles: Keith Taylor

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In that space granted by a woodpecker - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Disappears on the far side of a dying elm - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Prayed to avian gods we don't believe in - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

That one immeasurable moment at sunset - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Among our fragile, vanishing gifts - Keith Taylor "Acolytes in the Bird-While"

Kicking stones across the temple yard - Keith Taylor "Aegina: After School"

Did we invent the beneficence of owls - Keith Taylor "After Goya's Dream"

Buried behind a thin layer of clouds - Keith Taylor "After the Holidays"

The blue moon wanes into another cold month - Keith Taylor "After the Holidays"

Still, light rises all night long - Keith Taylor "After the Holidays"

Free to invent whatever tales you need - Keith Taylor "All the Time You Want"

Thunder rolling like irony across this rainless land - Keith Taylor "Almost Storm"

Lively as a knife deep in their humid lungs - Keith Taylor "Apologia"

The shiver and the fear just before a thaw - Keith Taylor "Apologia"

Hiding just past the edge of my loneliness - Keith Taylor "Banff: Running Away"

Some overzealous botanist might travel there to collect the last flower - Keith Taylor "Between Home and Isle Royale"

Among things quick and shimmering in the light - Keith Taylor "The Biblical Allotment"

Even after the mosquitoes hit - Keith Taylor "Botanists in Love"

A breeze pushed back and sideways against rocks - Keith Taylor "Canoeing Against the Wind"

Satellites have plotted every wave - Keith Taylor "Castle, Nowhere"

Have mapped every centimeter and shipwreck - Keith Taylor "Castle, Nowhere"

A few trout in streams that never freeze - Keith Taylor "Castle, Nowhere"

And claim to love the wind and winter - Keith Taylor "Chasing the Ancient Murrelet"

A river that drains the abandoned factories - Keith Taylor "Chasing the Ancient Murrelet"

Until the wind turns from the west - Keith Taylor "Circle in the Wind"

A dance in the wind at water's edge - Keith Taylor "Circle in the Wind"

A hand chisels letters into the wind - Keith Taylor "Circle in the Wind"

To learn the advanced methods for counting breath - Keith Taylor "Class Jumping at Chateau Lake Louise"

Feel nothing but the wind rush past my ears - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

And act as if the world loved only me - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Get carried away by new rivers - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

A small cairn and tobacco from a broken cigarette - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Calling up its brothers and sisters from the Earth's hot core - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

If the world becomes so bright we can't see the stars - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

On the sixth new moon of each bright year - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

And dance quietly beneath temporary stars - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Arguing all night about apocalypse - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

All this longing for the end of the world - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

Cement cracking under the slow pressure of weeds - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

If I had the tongues of angels, what would I say - Keith Taylor "Conditions"

A perfect diamond to hold in memory - Keith Taylor "Condoms, Abandoned on the Park Bench"

Threw their heads back and whispered to the stars - Keith Taylor "Condoms, Abandoned on the Park Bench"

If the sound rises from our dreams - Keith Taylor "The Cull"

The air sparkling with prisms reflected off oak and spruce - Keith Taylor "The Day After an Ice Storm"

Trees uprooted by the splendor of ice - Keith Taylor "The Day After an Ice Storm"

Watching electrical arcs illuminating the yard - Keith Taylor "The Day After an Ice Storm"

All those old stories about your burning rivers - Keith Taylor "Dear Erie"

Rafts of ducks diving for mollusks and fish - Keith Taylor "Dear Erie"

We are fed impossible raspberries by a goldfinch - Keith Taylor "Details from the Garden of Delights"

We kiss in the shade cast by a kingfisher - Keith Taylor "Details from the Garden of Delights"

Offer nothing but the spectacle of joy - Keith Taylor "Details from the Garden of Delights"

Honeycombed with delicate coral branches - Keith Taylor "Drummond Island Fossils"

From the floor of an ocean we can't imagine - Keith Taylor "Drummond Island Fossils"

Stay home to fight invading aphids - Keith Taylor "The 8:35 Bus"

Learn the proper way to band a fire - Keith Taylor "The 8:35 Bus"

Disappearing into all the miles between us - Keith Taylor "The Failure of Imagination"

Though we may have fewer ghosts - Keith Taylor "The Fit in West Clare"

Still slowly growing in memory of summer - Keith Taylor "For Marilyn and the Rootcellar"

Here, in the one place we were told never to visit - Keith Taylor "For Marilyn and the Rootcellar"

The raw food we were told never to touch - Keith Taylor "For Marilyn and the Rootcellar"

To help us remember the names we've lost - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

The plants have outlasted our indifference - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Passing unnoticed among dunes or woodland marshes - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Carries of the rattle of woodpeckers - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

To coax up ephemerals in spring - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

And wonder more than the condition of our loss - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Reminders that metaphor is real - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

With the effort to relearn these names - Keith Taylor "The Gardener Remembers"

Deadheading flowers after their first blooming - Keith Taylor "The Gleaners"

Prepared at the cusp of summer - Keith Taylor "The Gleaners"

Uncurled in a basalt crack below spruce - Keith Taylor "The Guest Cabin"

Where the wail and tremolo of loon song collect - Keith Taylor "The Guest Cabin"

The still shimmering plastic shards of the Anthropocene - Keith Taylor "I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes"

Great horned owls have not returned to the heron rookery - Keith Taylor "In Memory: Dan Minock"

Sixteen clumps of sticks woven high into the oaks - Keith Taylor "In Memory: Dan Minock"

Until herons returned in spring to claim their place - Keith Taylor "In Memory: Dan Minock"

Couldn't talk about without slicing at each other - Keith Taylor "In Spite of Myself"

Bitter and certain of our ideas - Keith Taylor "In Spite of Myself"

The house I made by braiding branches together - Keith Taylor "In the Other Life"

I still carry the weight of today's work - Keith Taylor "In the Other Life"

Listening through the hiss of flames - Keith Taylor "In the Other Life"

Their tracks lost in the storm - Keith Taylor "In the Presence of Large Predators"

Not to celebrate anything without reservation - Keith Taylor "In the Presence of Large Predators"

Alive again under fragile light - Keith Taylor "In the Presence of Large Predators"

Just silhouettes now against the evening sky - Keith Taylor "Landscape, 1963: The Rocks"

Vanishing between the last barbed-wire fence and the sun - Keith Taylor "Landscape, 1963: The Rocks"

Measured by an eye that's hidden above - Keith Taylor "Landscape of Fear"

Out here at the end of a lonely peninsula - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Not once caring about honor - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Nestled in a bowl of basalt and blueberries - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Not a memory of death this time - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Carrying a stolen spot of my blood - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Two more datapoints to prove some things last - Keith Taylor "Let Them Be Left"

Broke into the shards that would cut us for a dozen years - Keith Taylor "Litter on the Narrative Arc"

Pick apart bark from a dying birch - Keith Taylor "Litter on the Narrative Arc"

Seep out between horizons of gravel and clay - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

And water running freely past the remnants - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

Toward the last green barrier island - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

Barrier island that shields us from a dark horizon - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"

The true gate to paradise is on an island - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Protected by seven months of cold and ice - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

I limped too close to night and too far - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Attacking the necessary and impenetrable wall - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Just flitting around the eye's corner - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Catching quick moments of sunlight - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Crows in the volunteer hickory sapling - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

The only crisp distinction in the storm - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

First flicker drumming on a dead ash - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

At the tail end of a harsh winter - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Disappearing one warm night when I forget to look - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Whose song might move even the mountains - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

A student in the landscapes of light - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Quickly shifting puddles of purpler half-light - Keith Taylor "Marginalia for a Natural History"

Freeway with exit signs to towns I've never heard of - Keith Taylor "No Beginning"

Lake trout and rainbows below us - Keith Taylor "The Numbers at Kitch-iti-kipi"

Could invest against their tenuous future - Keith Taylor "One Species to Mourn"

Unlimited protein falling from the sky - Keith Taylor "One Species to Mourn"

To keep off the wild dogs snarling in the night - Keith Taylor "Our Castle and the Wild Dogs"

To lift one half-drowned yellow jacket from the birdbath - Keith Taylor "Outside"

I'll admit the hope that we intersect with everything - Keith Taylor "Outside"

The echoing cry of one secretive bird - Keith Taylor "Outside"

Hidden behind a forest of dry rushes - Keith Taylor "Outside"

To name it and find its place on any map - Keith Taylor "Outside"

A neglected trophy on the ledge in my study - Keith Taylor "Parthenon Marbles"

A labyrinth of unexplored corridors - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

Taj Mahals that rise out of the mist at dawn - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

Mountains and rivers and crimson sunbirds - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

Where all the lines of time intersect - Keith Taylor "Picasso and the Taj Mahal"

The difference between his memory and the myth - Keith Taylor "Prairie Fire"

Black smoke looming like dark mountains - Keith Taylor "Prairie Fire"

Dancing through the grass toward home - Keith Taylor "Prairie Fire"

Prayed for the family in your unknown future - Keith Taylor "Prayers from the Polish Church, Detroit, 1963"

Even the redbuds and goldenrod you cultivate - Keith Taylor "Prayers from the Polish Church, Detroit, 1963"

Noiseless waves breaking against her feet - Keith Taylor "Reading Late"

While far away towers fall and ancient cities crumble - Keith Taylor "Responsibilities"

Canvasback ducks dodging coyotes - Keith Taylor "The Road from Galahad"

Flew their long routes back to Caribbean beaches - Keith Taylor "The Road from Galahad"

Enough to sustain him through that century of doubt - Keith Taylor "The Road from Galahad"

In snowdrifts ten miles north - Keith Taylor "The Roads to Cordoba"

White shadows descending through long twilight - Keith Taylor "The Roads to Cordoba"

I know where the roads end - Keith Taylor "The Roads to Cordoba"

Final credits that follow an uncertain ending - Keith Taylor "Schumann, While Driving"

Our world's a thin wash of muted tones - Keith Taylor "Sea and Ran: Lake Michigan"

The first to admit gaps in his knowledge - Keith Taylor "The Sickness That Comes from the Longing for Home"

The thing that motivated Odysseus - Keith Taylor "The Sickness That Comes from the Longing for Home"

Past all those barriers thrown up by the gods - Keith Taylor "The Sickness That Comes from the Longing for Home"

Down past empty baseball diamonds - Keith Taylor "The Skateboard Park, Seen from Afar"

This is the hour when the thief will come - Keith Taylor "Statue of the Blind Girl"

The birds crying from shriveled gardens - Keith Taylor "Statue of the Blind Girl"

Life as information encoded in letters - Keith Taylor "Summer Teaching"

Between spiraling strands of protein - Keith Taylor "Summer Teaching"

A metaphor for something we didn't understand - Keith Taylor "Tall Oaks"

Where forests have pushed back through fences - Keith Taylor "Three Springs"

Against the fear mounting at night - Keith Taylor "Three Springs"

More than I know of fear's hard presence - Keith Taylor "Three Springs"

Through the friendly silence of the moon - Keith Taylor "Through the Friendly Silence of the Moon"

The primrose that blossoms in the night - Keith Taylor "Through the Friendly Silence of the Moon"

Moments when you step alone from the forest - Keith Taylor "To Face the Ordinary"

An inch or two outside the track - Keith Taylor "To Face the Ordinary"

The clear, deep marks of a grizzly's claw - Keith Taylor "To Face the Ordinary"

A quick recognition of my moment in their lives - Keith Taylor "Twenty-Three Nuns on Warren Road"

The old oaks tossing in their mortal glory - Keith Taylor "Under Their Mortal Glory"

Smolder into the autumn of a parched year - Keith Taylor "Upper Peninsula Fires"

Where I've learned to look for winter - Keith Taylor "Weather Report"

We can't go four months without at least one blossom - Keith Taylor "Weather Report"

The impressions come with their various degrees of intensity - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

As sharp and as multilayered as Basho's haiku - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

The gust of wind hanging around after a thunderstorm - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

In my slightly desperate search for reasons - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

Beating the drum at the end of some artistic thing - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

Sings to me with the power of Gabriel's trumpet - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

The beginning of some new unimaginable moment - Keith Taylor "What's Needed Now"

On a quiet day in a time of quiet days - Keith Taylor "When the Beast Passes Through"


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