| Quote #1
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
The theme of suffering doesn't just begin with Marie. These early lines of the poem introduce a faux-suffering aid: the tonic (which was probably not at all helpful). There's just no such thing as a magic little bottle of amber liquid to cure everything from fever to melancholy to "living on this earth." We all live, we all suffer, bro, and no amber liquid's gonna change that.
| Quote #2
Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
Now the poem gets really specific about Marie. Her discovery kills her, and before it does that, it wreaks havoc on her body. Rich creates some real grotesque—but totally true-to-life—images of the ailing Madame Curie. We can't help but picture her pus-filled and cracking fingers, unable to work any longer. Our hearts are breaking for our sick Marie.
| Quote #3
She died a famous woman denying
Sure, Marie died a "famous woman," but was her suffering and her death worth it? How much sacrifice is too much sacrifice? It seems to us like Marie herself understood that her discoveries were bigger than herself, but we kinda sorta think that Rich might not totally agree. Rich doesn't seem concerned with the big picture; she's concerned with Curie herself. What do you think?