Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WARD, by DAVID IGNATOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The ward attendant who owns his home speaks amicably Last Line: Patients and attendant compose the ward Subject(s): Hospitals | ||||||||
I will sit out there and talk about houses, taxes and land values and which trains are best to catch in the morning commute: all that has sifted down from the great froth of love and ideals. The chair where I have sat listening is worn round, my throat prepared by a small niche from which that kind of talk, like a needle placed to it, begins to flow, like mucus. But here alone, refusing for at least one hour to be needled, I have this satisfaction, this healing plaster of a poem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAVING BEEN ASKED WHAT IS A MAN? I ANSWER by PHILIP LEVINE NEW YEAR'S EVE, IN HOSPITAL by PHILIP LEVINE THE DEMOCRATIC DIME by EVE MERRIAM THIS DID NOT HAPPEN by THYLIAS MOSS WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW A FIELD HOSPITAL by RANDALL JARRELL |
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