Tempest has forged her own voice, unlike anything else in the mainstream poetry world. The Independent

All things within this fading world hath end. ('Before the Birth of One of Her Children')

God is the perfect poet.

A large, ironic Whitman of the industrial heartland - Edward Hirsch

We were testing the range of the human voice - 'The Shout', Simon Armitage

...in a good poem the poet disappears. That's what the struggle with language is all about. The point is that in the finished poem you don't lay yourself bare. You create a strongbox of words. - Vicki Feaver