Lucie Brock-Broido

“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 | Off, it then is gone.”
― Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems

“There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth,
Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind

Of visitation impractical; she was an unbearable detail
Of the supreme celestial map,

Of which I had been taught that there was
No such thing.”
― Lucie Brock-Broido, Trouble in Mind: Poems