Critics’ Reviews

“There is a northerly edge to Clea Roberts’s poems, and it extends past the obvious content. It has to do
with exquisite frostbitten brevities; it has to do with imagining northern space with scrupulous musically-tuned
attention; and—not least—it has to do with an awareness of snow’s ‘convincing logic’,
capable of pulling you ‘softly / into a ditch’ and sending explanations of ‘eider and light.’
These are poems whose delight lies in seeing, and listening, afresh.” — Don McKay

“You know you’ve found a real poet when she observes that mud, in a Yukon springtime, was
‘never so exotic, / tracked across the kitchen floor.’ Clea Roberts has taken the time to learn the craft,
make her peace with metaphor, and carve out her own space, becoming as comfortable with the meditative lyric as
she is with a raft of wonderful personas.” — Gary Geddes

“These luminous poems invite us to step into the ineluctable, into the spaces murmuring between the domestic
and the untameable. From many perspectives—historical, social, biological—Roberts’ keen poetic
intelligence imagines an ecology of inclusion that the landscape of the north, or of any particular ‘here,’
calls us to.” — Sharon Thesen

Posted on November 2, 2015