This book won the T.S. Eliot Prize for Poetry in 2016, and it's well-deserved! The Greek inventor of myth Daedalus resurfaces intermixed with images of infertility and pregnancy. Surprising and wonderful! Buy here.
From "Firsts Born":
Families are trundling out of me like monsters. / The firsts born of Gaia were fifty headed and one hundred handed, / there were uglier one-eyed brutes after. / In my dreams, my babies are crook-armed . . .
From "Daughter, Daedalus will make for you":
Daedalus will make for you your inner ear / in the shape of a bony labyrinth.
From "Day One":
The night does not fall / but rises. / It is the day who falls . . .