Illness

A Litany in Time of Plague by Thomas Nashe Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss

When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton When I consider how my light is spent,

Evening by Gail Mazur Sometimes she's Confucian--

Having it Out with Melancholy by Jane Kenyon When I was born, you waited

The Embrace by Mark Doty You weren't well or really ill yet either;

In Memory of W. B. Yeats by W. H. Auden He disappeared in the dead of winter:

Mastectomy by Wanda Coleman the fall of

The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy

Waking in the Blue by Robert Lowell The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore

The Transparent Man by Anthony Hecht I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,

Visits to St. Elizabeths by Elizabeth Bishop This is the house of Bedlam.

Sick by Shel Silverstein

Tubes by Donald Hall "Up, down, good, bad," said

Breathing by Josephine Dickinson As I walk up the rise into the silence of snow, in the sough of brittle snowflakes

Bedside by William Olsen Because it turns out the world really is a hospital

Units by Albert Goldbarth This is the pain you could fit in a tea ball

The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson When I was sick and lay a-bed

The Sick Child by Robert Louis Stevenson O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!

Her Body Like a Lantern Next to Me by John Rybicki There's this movie I am watching

The Visit by Jason Shinder

Hyper- by David Baker Then a stillness descended the blue hills

E.W. by Rosanna Warren Your purpled, parchment forearm

Against Elegies by Marilyn Hacker James has cancer. Catherine has cancer