There’s a woman somehow veiled in marble
who is only for me so I take her out of
the Art Institute through a back way and
no one notices: she lives with me now,
happier than in the gallery with the
cold white lights, in my home she is seen
for who she is, though the veil cannot be
removed, its hardness impenetrable, but
now she can be touched.
– from “One More Time at the Minneapolis Institute of Art”
“And, speaking of small but profound books, Sue Sorensen’s new poetry book, Acutely Life (At Bay Press), is an absolute delight. Whether she’s considering Freud or a musician or art or gardening/marriage or Mary the mother of Jesus, Sorensen registers on the page with both brilliant wit and deep emotional insight. Somewhere I read (though I can’t find the exact quote), one doesn’t interpret poetry as much as experience it. That’s how it’s been reading this book. I intend to read/experience it again.”