Art by Kimberly Witham
On the latest collection of poems, Forage,
from Penguin Books:
“In Forage, Rose McLarney speaks to the interiority that hums inside us as we engage the natural world, which ‘speaks of us,’ as we ‘praise parks, what’s left of wilderness, and the literature of the diaspora.’ It’s all here, and it’s all alive with every line -- these poems stun me with their keen eye and their honest telling of what they view. It’s refreshing to find this much courage on the page, at a time when we need it the most.”
“McLarney’s book is a call to prayer -- or to arms -- making itself a guardian of the diminishing natural world, in poems of fierce, edgy charm, of despair and forgetting. Beauty, that lives here too."
These poems in their gorgeous imagistic clarity deepen the story of life and ask of us, as the poet asks of herself, “to whom/ have I made reverence truly known?” And what does the poet revere? The word, the wounded land, the wile of the wild, the shade of trees. An earthly constellation.”
- Alison Hawthorne Deming