A Sick-Room Idyll
When Nellie sits beside my bed,
She thinks, to please a Poet,
Her talk must be of books,
Although I’d rather she’d forego it.
For oft she makes such queer mistakes
I must break out in laughter,
And then she looks so grieved, that I
Repent the minute after.
Yet though she talks of Ruskin’s plays,
Of Dickens’ Tristram Shandy,
There’s none can clearer jellies make,
Or match with her in candy.
What though she strays from Pope to Poe
With fancy wild and vagrant,
There’s none brings oranges so big
Or apples half so fragrant.
And then her eyes are clear and kind,
Her mouth is sweet and rosy,
She brings me now chrysanthemums,
Now violets in a posy.
Her pastry, too, is always crisp,
Her sweets are never gritty,
Her frocks are always neat and fine,
Her face is good and pretty.
So while in kindness she is rich,
What though her lore be scanty?
What though she talk of Homer’s Faust,
Or Don Quixote by Dante?
What though she asks what Jane Eyre wrote?
If Wordsworth still be living?
O, I forgive her all, for she
Herself is so forgiving.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on July 1, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.
“‘A Sick-Room Idyll’ is a rare glimpse into disability space. Almost a throwaway piece, so relaxed and light, it is a striking departure from the carefully crafted, highly finished sonnets William Gay favored. It turns away from confrontation, from frontality, and moves toward the creation of excess; it attempts to create enough room for reciprocity. The poem isn’t without questions or ironies. One is that, as the editor of his collected poems, J. M. Oliphant, has reported, Gay found reading poetry hard. ‘Isolated passages from [William] Wordsworth, [John] Keats, [Percy Bysshe] Shelley, [William] Shakespeare and [Alfred, Lord] Tennyson,’ Oliphant explains, ‘exercised a great fascination over him, and he was never tired of repeating them. It was as pure poetry that these interested him; of anything beyond that he soon tired.’ This means that, while Nellie may get literary references mixed, such as by talking about ‘Homer’s Faust,’ Gay himself knew Homer and Faust by reputation only.”
—John Lee Clark