In Hospital by Ernest WalshStephen Crane1924This QuarterParis
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Markus Kittlaus
Modified program and transcribed poemMatt Cohen Modification of template for Intro DHAmanda Gailey Creation of templateIntrospectionPOETRY: A Magazine of VerseMy brainA creaking millIn a frozen stream.My soul The ghost of himWho played there as a boy.My heartA dead man's house IIOwl and nightingale am I-Seeing only through darkness,Heard only at evening. IIIThe hours move like rustling leaves on a tree-When the leaves fallLet only gentle fingers touch them. INTROSPECTIONWhen night lets down the curtain,Shutting out the world,Then-Is your heart a radiant thing?And does it flash,High-towered, [180]