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Young American poet Lucie Brock-Broido, author of "Trouble in Mind" presents this collection.

With Trouble in Mind, her long-awaited third collection, Lucie Brock-Broido has written her most exceptional poems to date. There is a new clarity to her work, a disquieting transparency, even in the midst of the wild thickets of language for which she is known. A poet at the border of her own allegory, Brock-Broido searches for a lexicon adequate to the extremities of experience a quest that is as capricious as it is uncompromising. In the process, she reveals, unsparingly, things as they are. In Pamphlet on Ravening she recalls, I was a hunger artist once, as well. / My bones had...

The title of this richly textured book derives from two of the three mysterious letters left by Emily Dickinson--the ones addressed to "Dear Master." Lucie Brock-Boido has imagined a series of letters echoing devices found in Dickinson's own work. "We feel we are in the presence of something entirely new, " says Bonnie Costello in The Boston Review. "Not even Brock-Broido's wonderful first book, A Hunger, prepares us for this bold encounter."

Brock-Broido s talismanic words open into a magical territory of Domestic Mysticism . . . A violently skewed portrait of the female poet and her Muse, a hyped-up version of Stevens and his interior paramour, locked in a soliloquy in which being there together is enough . . . Something in Brock-Broido likes stealth, toxicity, wildness, neon perfect mean lines . . . The poems lead off the page.
Helen Vendler, The New Yorker
These poems are out of Stevens in the abundance, glitter, and seductiveness of their language, out of Browning in the authority of their inhabiting, and out...

This volume of poems by Lucie Brock-Broido illuminates the broken but beautiful world she inhabits. Her poems are lit with magic and stark with truth: whether they speak from the imagined dwelling of her 'Abandonarium', or from habitats where animals are farmed and harmed 'humanely', they find a voice like no other. Eddying between the theatre of the lavish and the enigmatic, between the gaudy and the unadorned, her verse scours America for material to render unflinchingly the here and now.