I’m not a reader who often dives into the arms of poetry, but now and then I find myself drawn to its call and end up treating myself to an evening among the poetic verses of various poets.
When I got my hands on ***Night of the Hawk***, I thought that with such a captivating and somewhat mysterious title, only great poetry could await me, the kind that fills the genre with a depth that’s always new and tangible, turning the experience of reality into a springboard for one’s reflections.
Unfortunately, however, my expectations were disappointed. On one hand, there are fascinating poems full of reflections, and deep meanings, and able to investigate today and reality with a sufficiently critical eye to then offer a completely new vision. On the other hand, there are just as many texts where the desire to address a certain theme has been turned into circling the core theme without adding anything personal. I loved the poems about love and I wanted to be captivated by the one about shamanism, which had attracted me immediately but then turned out to be a long composition that perhaps, due to the way the theme was handled, came off a bit self-indulgent.
Yet I remain convinced that within the pages of *Night of the Hawk*, there are poems that truly deserve reading the text as a whole, simply for the depth and attention to investigate beyond the surface facts and experiences of reality.
(I read this book in advance thanks to NetGalley).
by inabookhole