Winner of the 2003 Brockman-Campbell Prize, selected by Colette Inez
Who would have thought that any writer so acutely beset by what Emily Dickinson called ‘Heavenly Hurt’ could find so many ways to transform lamentation to consolation and leave us ‘singing / heedless of the dark taking aim’? The poetry of Julie Suk is at once deceptively spare and metaphorically rich, and the sensual mystery of her perfectly pitched and etched lines is haunting, elemental, and wild.
–R. T. Smith