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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 . . . | Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CANCER CLINIC by TED KOOSER 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 HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM by STEPHEN DOBYNS WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW |
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