In poems charged with a sense of history and the present moment, the author urges our capacity to think and to feel and to act. Love that is night reminds us of the difficulties of engaging in meaningful activity based on insight: it is not for those 'who congratulate/ the horizons/ of their own truths'. In a range of styles and voices, these poems, sometimes angular and experimental, sometimes breathtakingly lyrical, challenge and illumine our sense of what it is to be in South Africa now.