- Psychiatric Times Vol 28 No 5
- Volume 28
- Issue 5
Note to Pablo Neruda
Long ago, when I became a doctor . . .I heard the sounds of pheasants drumming . . .in our chests, studied our eggs, our courtship
I wake to dawn’s pink light and palm warblers
twitching their tails as they feed in the pines
and I recall your line: “I was only
a tunnel. The birds fled from me.” I pull
your book from the shelf, study your picture-
a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt
and British cap, hands clasped, warm, sad, knowing
eyes looking into mine. I hear you ask,
“Do birds fly from you, too,” and I answer,
Long ago, when I became a doctor
I heard the sounds of pheasants drumming
in our chests, studied our eggs, our courtship
flight, the paper and nails we use to build
our nests, the long fall before we hit the ground.
My first patients gathered like winter song-
birds with their hungers and their fears, and late
at night I would read your poems, flowing
like an infinite black river, your words
carrying me high as crows when they harvest
morning stars in the heavens of their beaks.
Articles in this issue
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Lorenzo’s Oil and the Rehabilitation of Gene Therapyover 14 years ago
A Literature Review of Videophone Use in Mental Healthover 14 years ago
Understanding the Psychodynamics of Nonadherenceover 14 years ago
Recovery From Disability: Manual of Psychiatric Rehabilitationover 14 years ago
The Vote on Tutu: Fair Hearing?over 14 years ago
The 2011 Psychiatric Times Ethics Survey: Moral Strugglesover 14 years ago
A Psychiatrist’s Perspective on a Potentially Explosive Issueover 14 years ago
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