Norman Dubie

United States / Barre, Vermont
Norman Dubie
United States / Barre, Vermont


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February: The Boy Breughel
The birches stand in their beggar's row:
Each poor tree
Has had its wrists nearly
Torn from the clear sleeves of bone,
The Czar's Last Christmas Letter: A Barn In The Urals
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk
That last holiday, for five days and nights

He stumbled through Petersburg forming
Of Politics, & Art
for Allen

Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula
Her Monologue Of Dark Crepe With Edges Of Light
Mistress Adrienne, I have been given a bed with a pink dresser
In the hothouse
Joining the Concord Public Library: the walls and roof are
South Boston Morning
Very pragmatic closets of falling water,
bath and sewer, complex
dwellers eating black bread,
For Transtromer
In the cold heavy rain, through
its poor lens,
a woman
Behind The Old Soldiers' Hospital
Steam banks chugging out the brick autoclave
under the laundry room, screams rising up chutes
while the sergeant's leg is sawed off above the long sock.
The General's men sit at the door. Her eyes
Are fat with belladonna. She's naked
Except for the small painted turtles
The Composer's Winter Dream
Vivid and heavy, he strolls through dark brick kitchens
Within the great house of Esterhazy:
A deaf servant's candle
The Pennacesse Leper Colony For Women, Cape Cod
The island, you mustn't say, had only rocks and scrub pine;
Was on a blue, bright day like a blemish in this landscape.
And Charlotte who is frail and the youngest of us collects

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