Strangers

"e;It makes no sense. You would be strangers / if not for this."e;In Strangers, Rob Taylor makes new the epiphany poem: the short lyric ending with a moment of recognition or arrival. In his hands, the form becomes not simply a revelation in words but, in Wallace Stevens' phrase, a revelation in words by means of the words. The epiphany here is not only the poet s. It s ours. A book about the songlines of memory and language and the ways in which they connect us to other human beings, to read Strangers is to become part of the lineages (literary, artistic, familial) that it braids together to become, as Richard Outram puts it, an unspoken / Stranger no longer.