The author wrote these poems between 1950 and 1985. It felt to me that the poems were too constrained, a bit too much of an intellectual exercise--which didn't seem surprising since Ms. Brin was "a liturgical pioneer...when most Jewish women still seemed content with their traditional subordinate role in public worship". Fortunately, we are in a different era in Jewish worship. The poems that crossed time and spoke to me were the ones in which Ms. Brin wrote of deep personal moments of loss: "For my father: Home Movies", "Through April" and two High Holy Day poems: "for the Blessings" and "Al Het". and finally a poem about being a poet:
With words I must make a poem a vine that grows blossoms, and bears fruit, With words I must press the grapes, make the wine, and create the sensation as it flows down your throat.
In each of these poems I heard not just the voice of the poet but her passion.