ALEX ebert
"Holm's poetry gushes vitality, pressing the earth itself through her ink. There is a fantastical simplicity in it, rich with all the awe and thanks nature is owed - a great service to those of us too disembodied or too shy to properly thank the earth ourselves."
Eleanor Berry
Author of Green November, No Constant Hues, and Only So Far
Caroline Holm’s Woodland is a rhapsody, a paean to nature’s beauty and power. This poet is passionate both to enter and to ingest the natural world. She yearns “to fall, to fall, to fall / into the all of everything” (“Delivering Woods”). It is not smooth beauty that she finds there but “the imperfect, the impermanent,” “what nature has left rough” (“Creaturehood”). The organization of the poems follows the seasons, and the poet is accepting of the autumn losses that the seasonal cycle brings as well as of its springtime burgeoning. Like Walt Whitman, she finds grandeur in a blade of grass; she senses and celebrates what Gerard Manley Hopkins called “the dearest freshness deep down things.” She doesn’t blame ants for taking over “the best corner of the lawn”: rather, she empathizes with them as fellow creatures who must know “the goodness of lying down, utterly still, half a foot deep / in the thick wildflowers and stocky weeds” (“Ants”). The sensuous experience rendered by the poems of Woodland is enhanced by visual art: each poem is accompanied by a drawing, enriching it as instrumental accompaniment enriches vocals.
KATE GRAY
PNW AUTH0R
“In Woodland, Caroline Holm writes a praise song to wildness. With shifting, diverse rhythms (“Like brick-thick night, all dazed, white light”) and resonant pairings of illustrations and poems, she urges us to exalt in the earth. The poems mark the seasons and invite us “to bask among daisies, to pick the wild herbs/and taste the bitters that the dirt has to offer.” To read this collection is to experience “a common grace…[of] the sacred life and sacred breath that whirl around this earth.”