“From 'Periodic Table of Elements': A girl ago, a girlhood gone like a phial of ether | Thrown on fire--just | A little jump of flame, like grief, or | Like a penicillin that has lost its skill at killing… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
Something I have "authority" on is animal rights. If I were not already so deep into the path I've taken, deep in the woods,… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
At the heart of my life is the idea that I don't ever want anything to ever change. That's the basic tenet. — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
“From 'Periodic Table of Elements': A girl ago, a girlhood gone like a phial of ether | Thrown on fire--just | A little jump… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
I think the reason I've published so few books is that I have a pretty high expectation of self-reinvention between books and I would… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
“There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth, Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impractical; she… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
I want a poem which is made of compression, passion, precision, symmetry, & disruption. — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
That's what interests me in poetry. That withholding, that white space, the pressure, and my long-term faith in violent concision, is still with me. — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
I am fascinated with criminal law because it is as rigorous as a poem and because it is based on what has been written… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
Let me just say that the politics that I have are never the politics of poetics. I am not interested in politics. Politically, I… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
I think American is very democratic in allowing different hues of language and parts of speech to commingle. William Logan once wrote that I… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
“One lung, smaller, congested with rose smoke. The other, filled with a swarm of massive sentimentia.” — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
I wanted many of the poems to have long legs. At first I was calling them clothespin poems, before I knew what I was… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
I came to poetry because I felt I couldn't live properly in the real world. — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
