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." 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." 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." Lucie Brock-Broido is the author of an earlier book of poems, A Hunger (1988). From 1988 to 1993 she was a Briggs-Copeland poet at Harvard University. She has taught also at the Bennington Writing Seminars and at Priceton University, and is now director of poetry in the Writing Division in the School of the Arts at Columbia University. She lives in New York City and in Cambridge, Massachusetts. "Am Moor" Am lean against. Am the heavy hour Hand at urge, At the verge of one. Am the ice comb of the tonsured Hair, am the second Hand, halted, the velvet opera glove. Am slant. Am fen, the injure Wind at withins, Stranger where the storm forms a face if the body stands enough In a weather this Cripple & this rough. Am shunt. Was moon-shaped helmet left In bog, was condition Of a spirit shorn, childlike & herd. Was Andalusian, ambsace, Bird. Am kept. Was keeper of the badly marred, was furious done god, was Patient, was bad Luck, was nurse. Ninety badly wounded men lay baying In the reddened reedy Hay of Saxony, was surgeon to their flinch & hoop, was hospice To their torso hall, Was numinous creature to their dying Off. Am numb. Was shoulder & queer luck. Am among. Was gaunt. Was--why--or the mutton & moss. Was the rented room. Was chamber & ambage & tender & burn. Am esurient, was the hungry form. Am anatomy. Was the bleating thing. Used Book in Good Condition