I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head. WB YeatsAnd what a fire it is in Ben Okri’s head. Luckily for us he’s set it down in this volume of poetry which takes you through the day from the unknown hour to invocation hour and ranges the continents to the very tip of the highest peak. Here is truth that we need to hear and confront in this viral age. First … [Read more...] about Poems for the dawn