Winner of the Brendan Behan Memorial Award in 1991 for the best first collection published in Ireland in the previous year.

Its sterling qualities are manifest and manifold: a deep interiority and soaring lyricism, and an ability to produce what Tim Robinson has termed 'geophany', a showing forth of the Earth.
                 — Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill

...a remarkable symbiosis of humanity and the 'natural world', a perceived and felt unity of creation which goes light-years beyond any mere empathy of imagining... I should not be surprised if a few of Moya Cannon's phrases become, in time, part of our 'poetry-talking': 'the faulted hills', 'the room-sized fields', 'the clay part of the heart'.
                        — Sean Mac Reamoinn, Poetry Ireland Review