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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CITY HOSPITAL, by MARGARET BODEN First Line: A silken thread pulled taut and tied Last Line: Footsteps, a voice, a door -- my beating heart . . . Subject(s): Hospitals | |||
A silken thread pulled taut and tied, Then drawn across a jagged glass, A thousand times intensified; This permeates the thoughts that pass And flit throughout my febrile brain, While tossing restlessly with pain. Then thread through glass must now have ground, For failing that, I needs must scream, A tolling silence crashes 'round, Through which one hears, as in a dream, Each tiny pin-prick spot of sound But amplified, yet spaced apart: -- Footsteps, a voice, a door -- my beating heart . . . | 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 FIRST NIGHT-FLIGHT by MARGARET BODEN |
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