"This collection shines with a wonderful mix of irreverence and profundity." —Publishers Weekly

"Poet and critic James Longenbach has described a certain kind of poem that 'makes us hear [it] as an ongoing act of thinking, a bringing forth.' Maureen McLane’s poems achieve this bringing-forth, showing the mind (and the body, since for McLane the two can’t be separated) as 'an irresistible humming vibrating' thing, 'all present-tense,' 'a congeries / of possibles' . . . [McLane's] poems are learned but they’re also fun, sometimes goofy, and they’re always moving, moving, moving." —Anthony Domestico, Commonweal

"Reprinting around a third of her previously published poetry, More Anon may be 'rigorously pruned,' but its contents are so various, no mere bouquet but a botanical garden, that you might reasonably wonder how it all came from just one poet." —Christopher Spaide, The Sewanee Review

"More Anon dazzles for the fineness of McLane’s formal precision, her searching intellectualism, and her commitment to ethical questioning and growth. She theorizes her sense of identity as ongoing, as never not emergent, as the shifting sum of a set of possible performances. 'There are many questions I have been brought to pose to myself,' she writes in a recent essay on contemporary poetics." —Gillian White, Poetry

"McLane's poems are about as social and intelligent as they come . . . McLane has already gathered her sticks, now she sharpens them. This proves a conclusive asset; there is nothing like her in American poetry." —Spencer Hupp, The Cortland Review