You are recently dead, old man, with your thunderous brows and voice like a vast sea hinting at a dangerous undertow-- you are gone, your generation of testimony, or witness, gone, gone among the ancient rites of passage, gone, taking with you the innumerable names of the lost.
I only met Sandy Taylor a couple of times, but have great admiration for his work at Curbstone Press. He will be missed. He'd want me to tag this post as "politics" as well as "poetry." As a memorial, here is the first stanza of Sam Hamill's poem "Arguing with Milosz in Vilnius," from Hamill's book Measured by Stone, published by Curbstone.