Jehanne Dubrow was born in Italy and grew up in Yugoslavia, Zaire, Poland, Belgium, Austria, and the United States. She holds an MFA from the University of Maryland, College Park and a PhD from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Her works include a poetry collection, The Hardship Post (Three Candles Press, 2009), and a chapbook, The Promised Bride (Finishing Line Press, 2007). Her third book, Stateside, will be released by Northwestern University Press in 2010. She lives on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, where she teaches creative writing and literature at Washington College.

Books by Jehanne Dubrow:

Other poems on the web by Jehanne Dubrow:
Two poems
"Fragment From a Nonexistent Yiddish Poet"
"Fragment From A Nonexistent Yiddish Poet #34"
"Shulamith Reads The White Hotel"
Two poems
"Fragment From A Nonexistent Yiddish Poet Ida Lewin (1906–1938)"
"Cinderella"
Three poems
Two poems
"Lot’s Wife in Eastern Europe"
Three poems
"Fragments from a Nonexistent Yiddish Poet"
"Fragments from a Nonexistent Yiddish Poet"
"Wild Mushrooms"
"The Amber Brooch"

Jehanne Dubrow's Website.

About From the Fever-World:

"Composed in the voice of the imaginary Yiddish poet Ida, these poems are subtle, musically complex, and frequently startling in their immediacy, violence, and grace. Steeped in Jewish and Polish history, they’re set in the invented town of AlwaysWinter, a lush, strange, and frequently harrowing place where even the most mundane objects seems imbued with sexuality, pain, and danger. This is a wonderful poetic sequence and, more than a mere ventriloquist, Jehanne Dubrow is a poet of enormous skill and vision."
—Kevin Prufer

"Here is language given to an unrecorded life, a fiery spirit released through utterance of the most intimate feelings of an imagined Old World woman, one confined to a body used and defined by others. In an act of historical reclamation and generosity, Jehanne Dubrow breaks the ancestral silence of female subjectivity radically constrained by tradition; the result is a poetry of an almost incandescent intensity, a kind of fever dream in a world forever winter."
—Eleanor Wilner

"These are feverish poems indeed, ardent to the point of hallucination, burning between the sexuality of the sacred and the need to write: “to find the slingshot word...turning/ pencils into nettle-points,” and to be the writing, incantatory as a curse, ancient as the lost world of Yiddish Poland, modern or timeless as “the fullness that begins with emptiness,” the “bitterness that sticks/ like honey on the tongue.” Dubrow’s poetry is never less than astonishing."
—Alicia Ostriker

"In these precise and soulful meditations, Dubrow combs through lost, illuminated fields of lyrical imagery for what's been “left for gleaners to find,” and in doing so, restores some part of what we cannot live without."
—Dorianne Laux