A poem is not its words, but the ringing it leaves behind.

His technique dazzles, and through the handling of rhythm and image he makes the world his own, and ours - The Sunday Times

Joyous, brilliant and moving -- Costa Prize judges

Celebratory, mournful, critical and tender - Poetry London

Poetry so unsettling, describing worlds so troubling and lonely, is seldom as funny, clever, and downright charming as Jane Yeh's. - Aingeal Clare