| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Clinic | | By John Reed |
| | From “Hospital Notes”
SQUARE white cells, all in a row, with ground-glass windows; | |
| Tubes treasuring sacraments of suffering, rubber pipes, apparatus; | |
| Walls maculate with old yellow and brown…. | |
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| Out of a mass of human flesh, hairy and dull, | |
| Slim shining steel grows, dripping slow pale thick drops, | 5 |
| And regularly, like distant whistles in a fog, groaning…. | |
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| Young internes, following the great surgeon like chicks a hen, | |
| Crowd in as he pokes, wrenches, and dictates over his shoulder, | |
| And hurries on, deaf to the shuddering spirit, rapt in a dream of machinery. | | | | |
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