Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SAINT LUKE'S HOSPITAL, by BERTHA LAVINA GATES First Line: Tenements their regimental lines Last Line: Where death lays down, and birth takes up the task. Subject(s): Hospitals | ||||||||
Tenements their regimental lines Move down smooth hills to bind a smoke-walled street Where trolleys drone their shrill ear-splitting whines, And cars rush past in lanes of traffic fleet. Down stone stairs worn by countless anxious feet, Where white cowled sisters watch life's vigil slow, Visitors pour slowly to the street One by one as hours come and go. Some are sallow cheeked, long lined with grief; Some are joyous, young, their lips aglow; Some are lifted by a hoped belief Though death clutch chilling hands and pulses slow; Here life stands stricken of his tragic mask Where death lays down, and birth takes up the task. | 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 BLIZZARD by BERTHA LAVINA GATES |
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