Danielle Pieratti's poetry navigates the complex, expansive space between the writer and the world and explores the mundane moments and materials that make up ordinary days and finds there the ambiguities of mystery, shadow, and song. 
​        —Connecticut Center for the Book​

Danielle Pieratti’s nuanced meditations create a world of inner and outer landscapes, inextricably bound. Her poems suffuse the ordinary—hay and mud and ice, horses and orchards, childhood and womanhood and parenthood—with a sensibility both acute and tender.
        —Kim Addonizio

Danielle Pieratti lofts over into English what’s diaphanous in Borio’s Italian, those shifting transparencies that, like expressionist painting, care less for showing what things look like than in evoking atmosphere and mood. 
        —Penelope Pelizzon