Like Louise Glück’s The House on the Marshland and Medbh McGuckian’s earlier work, these poems choose to ‘hunker down near the rim of the world’ for their images, where they lucidly criss-cross boundaries between the speaker’s emotions and the landscape without succumbing to pathetic fallacy or becoming tritely confessional . . .
— Selina Guinness, The Irish Times
. . . her rich poems and her sharp eye for details of the natural world — are given a resonant tension by the stretched ties to her native country.
— Anthology of Modern Irish Poetry