|Ellis Island Hospital Ward|
|Ellis Island Hospital Hallway|
Stephen Wilkes Fine Art of Ellis Island (don't miss this!)
There are lives we'll never know about,
letters penned of hopes, dreams, successes, failures -
but I almost feel the brush of shoulders,
hear their whispers as I tread
yesteryears worn stairwells and dim-lit halls,
peer through cracked, broken windows,
almost see them as harbor winds snow-kiss
old planked floors,
my footprints ghost-like impressions
reminiscent of decades,
not moments, passed.
Chairs angle toward windows
seemingly vie for sight
of Lady Liberty, as if hope's still sought
by eyes wistful, eyes dim.
than morbid, eight tray doors swing open,
empty now - almost invite a peek within
to ponder "who"...
autopsy table's missing,
yet overhead light's intact
as if waiting
for doctor to walk in, lecture to begin.
Long hallways beckon
with shafts of shadow and light,
doors ajar to private rooms
for contagious and crazy;
isolation and a view
not so prestigious.
Better a shared ward with 16 beds.
Quarantined with time and silence
is crumbling plaster, scattered bricks;
illness and ailments no longer contained
within these walls of those who journeyed on,
for those turned away.
Curve of banister's still beautiful,
generous windows still filter light,
but now rain, snow, and summer ivy reside,
slowly reclaim the past, the humanity
love and fear.
by Margaret Bednar, January 13, 2017
I invite you to listen to me read my poem: https://soundcloud.com/margaretbednar/of-grace-tears-a-poem-of-ellis
Ellis Island - a blog link (See Saw by Liza Cowan) totally worth reading - gorgeous photography and words...
And here is a video I HIGHLY recommend! ... "Forgotten Ellis Island" Narrated by Elliot Gould
Nine out of every 10 patients were cured at Ellis Hospital and continued their immigration journey.
|Ellis Island Autopsy Theatre|
|Ellis Island Hospital|
|The mortuary's eight trays... awaiting burial|