“These beautifully articulated pieces come to me as elegies, their sustained poignance pronounced in a language that transcends the very walls around which they seemed to have been crafted… [The poems are] hung up like frescoes made from stolen limestone in the manner of Palestinian workers waiting out the dawn so they could build to perpetuate their own occupation. The language employed in the poems is the language of longing that follows different patterns in breaking lines. I was touched by how much the narrator sees as well as by how much is held back.”
— Sabyasachi (Sachi) Nag, author of Bloodlines (2006) and Could You Please, Please Stop Singing? (2016)
“In these scrupulously observed yet passionate poems, Rebecca Ruth Gould demonstrates how love—self-possessed and stubborn—transcends the bounds of language, culture and state repression. Gould is a real poet and a real find. Cogent and memorable, her poems have a rare power to move the reader.”
— David Cooke, The High Window
“Rebecca Ruth Gould’s poems have the power to penetrate that ‘veil’ which separates the physical from the spiritual. Their words transcend the reader spiritually into ecstatic realms of reality. They bestow brief glimpses through that ever-frustrating ‘veil’ of physicality which binds us to our lower natures and earthly limitations.”
–Michael Hathaway, Chiron Review