Years ago, a favorite professor recommended that I read the same poem at different times of day and in different locations. “You won’t believe the difference,” he told me. I didn’t believe him and didn’t take the assignment seriously until very recently. Michelle Taransky’s poetry, in fact, is one of these recent cases. I took these selections with me to the living room in the morning (easy enough), then to the woods in the afternoon (I’m on vacation in Georgia), and finally on a back deck in the evening (many many bugs). It turns out my professor was right, especially in the case of poetry that somehow “gets” the landscapes it describes. And Taransky’s poetry definitely “gets” landscape.