Poetry in Medicine: An Anthology of Poems About Doctors, Patients, Illness and Healing

Infused with wish, heartbreak, and humor, this publication gathers our best poets from antiquity to the current, prescribing new views on medical professionals and sufferers, treatments and strategies, sickness and restoration. A literary elixir, Poetry in medication monitors the genre’s capability to heal us.  

For millennia poets have defined the diseases of the physique and people who deal with them. Infused with desire, heartbreak, and unforeseen humor, this ebook gathers various poems approximately our clinical experiences―poems approximately medical professionals and sufferers, treatments and systems, health problems and convalescence―each one prescribing a different viewpoint and new revelations.  A literary elixir, Poetry in drugs showcases not just the breadth of poetry’s courting to drugs, but in addition the genre’s extraordinary skill to heal us.

participants comprise Auden, Baudelaire, Berryman, Blake, Bishop, Boland, Campo, Cavafy, Clampitt, Chaucer, Clifton, Cummings, Dickinson, Donne, Conan Doyle, Eliot, Frost, Gunn, corridor, Hass, Hayden, Hirsch, Heaney, O. W. Holmes, Kooser, Larkin, Longfellow, Lowell, Merrill, Milne, Milton, Nash, Ovid, Pinsky, Plath, Rilke, Shakespeare, Seshardi, Sexton, Stevens, Szymborska, Whitman, Williams, Yeats, et al.

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JOHN STONE (1936–2008) chatting with the kinfolk My white coat waits within the nook like a father. i'll put on it to satisfy the sister in her white sneakers and organza costume within the dwell of wintry weather, the milkless husband preserving the infant. i'm going to inform them. they are going to placed it jointly and take it aside. Their voices will buzz. The lower ends in their nerves will curl. i'm going to take off the coat, force domestic, and substitute the sunshine bulb within the corridor. ANNE SEXTON (1928–1974) medical professionals They paintings with herbs and penicillin.

ROBERT LOWELL (1917–1977) domestic After 3 Months Away long past now the baby’s nurse, a lioness who governed the roost and made the mum cry. She used to tie gobbets of porkrind in bowknots of gauze— 3 months they hung like soggy toast on our 8 foot magnolia tree, and helped the English sparrows climate a Boston iciness. 3 months, 3 months! Is Richard now himself back? Dimpled with exaltation, my daughter holds her levee within the bath. Our noses rub, each one folks pats a stringy lock of hair— they inform me nothing’s long gone.

MIROSLAV HOLUB (1928–1998) was once a physician-poet, probably an important when you consider that William Carlos Williams. Born in Pilsen, Czechoslovakia, he used to be a compelled laborer throughout the Holocaust and studied drugs after global warfare II. Having first accomplished popularity as an immunologist, he begun writing poetry at age thirty. MARIE HOWE (b. 1950) is the writer of 3 acclaimed collections of poetry, together with What The residing Do, which recounts her brother’s loss of life from AIDS. TED HUGHES (1930–1998) used to be essentially the most eminent poets and translators of the 20 th century, the writer of many best-selling books for either adults and youngsters.

I surround additionally ploughshare & gladiolus, iris & wing, & the bird’s nest of my cerebellum, but at any place i'm going I endure the crypts of Lieberkühn, & one of the attainable malfunctionaries, floating ribs & wandering cells, Pott’s fracture, mottles, abductors, lachrymal bones & aberrant ducts. i'm going to ask my spouse to knot a jacket for this ebook, & faux it’s a brick doorstop. i can't open Gray’s Anatomy back. KIMBERLY JOHNSON (b. 1971) Ode on My stomach Button My unique wound was once my private: half-inch divot the place the twine gotten smaller off and a plunging discomfort that by no means scabbed the place my umbilical identify sloughed away,— forgotten now, however it intended Belong.

Does Batavia please you extra, might be? There we might locate, in spite of everything, the ecu spirit married to tropical good looks. no longer a notice. —Is my soul useless? have you ever then reached this sort of measure of torpor that you're in basic terms proud of your affliction? if so, allow us to flee towards lands which are the analogies of dying. —I’ve obtained it, terrible soul! We’ll pack our luggage for Torneo. Let’s move even additional, to the some distance finish of the Baltic. Even farther from lifestyles if that's attainable: let’s cross stay on the pole. There the sunlight in simple terms grazes the earth obliquely, and the gradual alternation of sunshine and darkness suppresses type and augments monotony, that 1/2 nothingness.

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