“Rosenberg has the gift of connection, the ability to enter into an empathetic contract with the blind child, the impoverished workman, the alienated teenager, the elderly cardiac patient her unborn child—and to deal with this material impressively.”
—Maxine Kumin
"At first glance, this is a collection of tragic loss. Perhaps first suggested by the book's striking cover, the death motif is powerful and direct. . . . Yet, upon closer reading, these are 'love poems scrawled, scratched out,/blotted with tears.' These are pieces that confront reality, that address the power of love that transcends all physical limitations and reason."
—Kliatt