The New York Times, quoted on the jacket of the Knopf edition of this book recommends it as follows: "Michael Strange is a signature underneath which can always be found images, phrases, the embodiment in colorful words of things seen or felt or thought, so unusual and so outstanding that they strike the attention at once and remain in the memory." Benjamin De Casseres says of it: "The poems of Michael Strange do not 'fly to the eyes.' They touch you remotely at first as with nightmare fingers. You go back to study them, to concentrate on them, to marry them. In the light of such praise, it is only fair to give an example: O those vast limbs in the chrysalis of me- O this titanic aerial being so fettered yet In the slime of my defective understanding- This God with spheres nestling in His palm Asleep in me yet- And veiled in the stupor of my fear of things Concerning this one tiny world.