`... how is an unbeliever to approach not just parts of the work but all of the work of a poet who believes, through and through, in a personal God? ... I listen to her infinite sympathy for the natural world, her sensitivity to the physical weather of the soul, her razor-sharp eyes which move like a hawk's and a sighted mole's, her wry debates with herself, her ornery, unfashionable courage, her poetic genius for placing words in such a way that I feel as if I'm meeting them for the first time.'

- Elizabeth Hay