Light as Breath Itself: A review of P Steele, White Knight With Beebox: New and Selected Poems

There are times when I read a book that reinvigorates important questions for me - such as how language carries and creates meaning, and what, after all, is the function and force of poetry. Usually, such a book is a creative work and I like to imagine that the first readers of volumes by George Herbert or John Donne responded with such questions - to poetry that consistently registered a persuasive complexity and which, while emotionally restrained, carried a pithy emotional charge.