“Shirley Lims poems sing with the defiance of Blake and Yeats, clapping hands `for every tatter in our mortal dress.’ The song is fierce, the vision incisively clear-eyed - supremely mature, an unsentimental perception of humanity and nature. The Irreversible Sun’s song soars even in direst loss.†- Anca Vlasopolos, author of Cartographies of Scale (and Wing)