Jackson’s Petrarch poems are richly textured, idiomatic, elegiac, plangent, and personal.
— Stanley Plumly
This remarkable series, athletic in its passion, sonorous and brave, reconfirms that love dines on both a lover’s heart and brain, and that the mortality of love encompasses the world. It also reminds us by its example that literature is a grand conversation spanning centuries and cultures. Petrarch is the spark, but Jackson’s the one on fire.
— Marvin Bell