In The Bark of the Dog, Merrill Gilfillan summons lyric equivalents to landscapes and day shapes, drawing on off-hand song, bird's-eye bearings, and the vortical power of place names. Like Basho's haiku, Gilfillan's poems are anchored in time as well as space: an hour of the day, inflected by thunder or a pear; a month of the year, marked by the trees-in-wind or birds "moving through the mesh of the dangerous starlight." Whether in casual...