By Lucie Brock-Broido b. 1956 Lucie Brock-Broido
I was lying loose from God. Strange is it not best   
Beloved, in the New World, in this skinny life,

Intemperate with chance, my spirit quickens   
For the fall’s estate. In India, the half

Hour is the hour, we were like that then—
Jammed wrong & wrong in the diurnal

Mangy chambers of our carnall
Hearts, the rose robes rustling loose as velvet

Curtains at the stage prow, passing   
Into the strange salt air of an Indian

Ocean, hoarding kindling, heading   
West with hours, later than we might

Have known, counting tins of meats & oil left,   
If they should lose or last the night.

Lucie Brock-Broido, “Carnivorous” from The Master Letters. Copyright © 1995 by Lucie Brock-Broido. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.

Source: The Master Letters (Alfred A. Knopf, 1995)

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Poet Lucie Brock-Broido b. 1956

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Relationships, Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, The Body

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Lucie Brock-Broido was born in Pittsburgh, was educated at Johns Hopkins and Columbia University, and has taught at Bennington, Princeton, Harvard (where she was a Briggs-Copeland poet), and Columbia. She is the recipient of fellowships from the NEA and the Guggenheim Foundation, as well as awards from the American Poetry Review and the Academy of American Arts and Letters.

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SUBJECT Relationships, Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, The Body

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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