Poems of Illness
Burning by Galway Kinnell
He lives, who last night flopped from a log
Into the creek, and all night by an ankle
Infirmity by Theodore Roethke
In purest song one plays the constant fool
As changes shimmer in the inner eye.
It Couldn't Be Done by Edgar Albert Guest
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
Lines to Accompany Flowers for Eve by Carolyn Kizer
The florist was told, cyclamen or azalea;
White in either case, for you are pale
On Quitting by Edgar Albert Guest
How much grit do you think you’ve got?
Can you quit a thing that you like a lot?
Sandra: At the Beaver Trap by Michael S. Harper
Nose only above water;
an hour in the ice melt;