It is not commonly known that William Carlos Williams was a physician as well as poet. This poem reminds me of my time as a home care nurse.
Complaint
They call me and I go.
It is a frozen road
past midnight, a dust
of snow caught
in the rigid wheeltracks.
The door opens.
I smile, enter and
shake off the cold.
Here is a great woman
on her side in the bed.
She is sick,
perhaps vomiting,
perhaps laboring
to give birth to
a tenth child. Joy! Joy!
Night is a room
darkened for lovers,
through the jalousies the sun
has sent one gold needle!
I pick the hair from her eyes
and watch the misery
with compassion.
Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams
Introduction by Randall Jarrell. [1991] $10.00
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