"Keep" means a place of confinement, as in a prison or dungeon, but also something to hold on to, as in keepsake or "for keeps" or "to keep on searching." In this book of poems both meanings are in play: the puzzle, the enigma of a precious thing that''s been given up for lost (or stolen), but then is found with such marvel and rejoicing.
From the inward winding of “Looking Back on Coming Back,” to the rescuing passion of “Rio Mora,” this book of poetry by William Gates traces a tangle of troubles and their one solution: Love, the center and the core. Love of art began it, love of this earth carried it, love of a supreme and delightful woman opened it wide. “Love braving all the future.” Those are the words we take away.
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