Robert Crawford writes:
‘Sex,’ Redgrove exclaimed in a late poem, was ‘solid prayers/full of stars!’ That use of the exclamation mark is uncharacteristic of his poetry. Yet there is a sense in which all his writing is a sustained exclamation at the sensuous marvellousness of being. Reading his work, Kathleen Raine wrote, is ‘like standing under a waterfall in full spate’. Like Blake or Stanley Spencer, Redgrove was a great English visionary eccentric whose way of seeing mixed sexuality with a powerful sense of ritual.