Moore writes, "Lamine Diakhate's poetry glows with good will and the right political sentiments; it is also something of a technical tour-de-force, for the writer has isolated the tendency of the language towards sonorous emptiness and caried it to the extremes... All the familiar properties of the negritude a la Senegal are here; the nostalgia of the exile, the Ancients with their gnomic wisdom, the long horizons, the rejection of life and the here-and-now in favour of the dim and distant. But the poet fails to handle them with the distinction or originality which alone could make the rehash excusable. A new vocabulary is in desperate need of the younger African poets now writing in French."