- Coulehan, Jack
- Date of entry: Jan-29-1997
This 14 line poem deals with a physician's compassion for a hopelessly ill patient ("An apparatus not for me to mend--") and his participation in active euthanasia. The patient, Annandale, was "a wreck . . . and I was there." The narrator asks the reader to view himself or herself "as I was, on the spot-- / with a slight kind of engine." (This "engine" is a hypodermic needle.) He concludes, "You wouldn't hang me? I thought not."
First published: 1910
Selected Poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson
Morton Dauwen Zabel