Poetry:

Cole, James

James Cole The Scholar in the Hospital Strangely he seems at home, a book on the nightstand like a wing. Blood and urine ate taken first. What he "thinks" is politely disregarded-, but disease...

...And he mast wait, most read, this vine-child or bird-roan, till the last scrupulous detail is but worried into light...
...What he "thinks" is politely disregarded-, but disease like ivy has been climbing through him, almost cultivated, almost loved...

Vol. 116 • March 1989 • No. 5


 
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