Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A HOSPITAL CORRIDOR, by ANNE-ELISE ROANE WINTER First Line: She was an alien. Her large sloe- black eyes Last Line: Forgetting all her agony -- she smiled! Subject(s): Hospitals; Language; U.s. - Immigration And Emigration; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
She was an alien. Her large sloe-black eyes Melted with unshed tears of deep distress. Hers the dumb herded look such women wear. Azure and golden skies of Italy Had lately bent above that olive brow. She leaned, abject, against a tight-closed door, As if the pungent ether-drifted air Had halfway deadened her most poignant pain. Bewildered, she could only understand That in the room some grim and hideous thing Was being done to one she loved -- her Man! The few words that I knew of her own tongue Would not avail to quiet or allay The wildly beating terror of her heart. Since lately I had known such grief as this And felt with her the sisterhood of pain, I pressed her hand, that she might feel not quite So lonely in that hour of awful dread. -- And then the shawl-wrapped bundle at our feet, A great cocoon, of gay and motley hue, Began to wriggle, and split open wide! Out thrust a small dark head, and then a fist Waved weakly in the air, adventuring. "Ah, a bambino!" and I stooped to let Those wee exploring fingers curl round mine. Looking at her, "He's such a lovely one!" And though she could not understand my words, We had a universal language now. Forgetting all her agony -- she smiled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA |
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