In a Sanatorium in Lausanne
Rent from DeepDyve- In a Sanatorium in Lausanne
T. S. Eliot, December 1921
The nervous ghost is tucked up in bed.What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
The snow packing the roof lies on snowmeltriding away and orating in the downspouts,
every what is unbent and swept along and far belowthrough sudsy tubs and steamy rooms trembling
fibers are shushed in the grip of practiced hands.Reliable truths are squeezed from indifference.
The patient lies under eiderdown and takescomfort picturing his long underwear
pinned up and dripping as high windows mist. [End Page 41]
Michelle Boisseau received her second nea poetry fellowship in 2011. Her fourth books of poems, A Sunday in God-Years, was published by the University of Arkansas Press. New poems have appeared in Poetry, Gettysburg Review, Yale Review, Hudson Review, and elsewhere. She is a professor in the mfa program at the University of Missouri–Kansas City.
