We discussed writer and physician William Carlos Williams’ “Complaint” during a poetry lecture at the first workshop of Harvard’s Media & Medicine program. I was struck by how differently those in the class, mostly clinicians, interpreted this poem.
I saw it as Williams’ manifesto for physicians. Healthcare professionals often feel a calling to their work. Though it is a challenging road, in both training and practice, there is rich meaning inherent in the work we do. Williams at first seems reluctant to move into the dark in the middle of the night, but when he arrives to the patient’s home, he is able to “shake off the cold.” He finds a “great woman / on her side in the bed.” There was discussion as to what Williams meant by “great woman.” Why do you think he used this adjective? Do you find his tone in the poem complementary or otherwise?
There were different thoughts on Williams’ curious use of “perhaps” in the following lines: “She is sick, / perhaps vomiting, / perhaps laboring / to give birth to a tenth child.” These are things that, as her physician, you’d expect him to be clear about. I wonder if the use of “perhaps” is a commentary on medicine itself. Our patients could be suffering, and do, from all kinds of illness and ailments and, though not interchangeable, regardless of their disease, we owe them our attention and compassion.
Williams ends tenderly, a hope for the profession, despite a tone of distancing himself from the situation. These last lines reveal the intimacy that often occurs between healthcare providers and patients. The doctor begins in the chill of midnight, going because he is called, but ends with this moment of compassion. Can you relate to this scene, either as a patient or as a physician?
Writing Prompt: Do you think in today’s world of modern medicine patients and their doctors still connect in the same way as during Williams’ era? How is a house call different from an office visit at a clinic? What do new technologies (email, video visits, chat) offer patients and their medical providers, and how do these interactions limit that relationship? Alternatively, think about the title of this poem. Why do you think Williams called it “Complaint?” Write for 10 minutes.
The stillness is deafening. I startle to someone coming up behind me until I realize the swishing is from my own skis, legs scissoring across the powder, cutting into the silence-laden air. My quadriceps, my calves burn under layers of cotton, of smart wool. My nose ignites with the chill of exposed skin, nares dripping with shock. I pull my hood tighter, cocooning my half moon ears.