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Of Politics and Art
for Allen


Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula
The winter storm
Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse.

Mrs.
Whitimore, dying
Of tuberculosis, said it would be after dark
Before the snowplow and bus would reach us.


She read to us from Melville.


How in an almost calamitous moment
Of sea hunting
Some men in an open boat suddenly found themselves
At the still and protected center
Of a great herd of whales
Where all the females floated on their sides
While their young nursed there.
The cold frightened whalers
Just stared into what they allowed
Was the ecstatic lapidary pond of a nursing cow's
One visible eyeball.

And they were at peace with themselves.


Today I listened to a woman say
That Melville might
Be taught in the next decade.
Another woman asked, "And why not?"
The first responded, "Because there are
No women in his one novel.
"

And Mrs.
Whitimore was now reading from the Psalms.

Coughing into her handkerchief.
Snow above the windows.

There was a blue light on her face, breasts, and arms.

Sometimes a whole civilization can be dying
Peacefully in one young woman, in a small heated room
With thirty children
Rapt, confident and listening to the pure
God-rendering voice of a storm.
Written by: Norman Dubie

Book: Shattered Sighs