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Take Two Poems and Call Me in the Morning

Forgive me, body before me, for this.
Forgive me for my bumbling hands, unschooled
in how to touch: I meant to understand
what fever was, not love.

   So begins a poem by Dr. Rafael Campos, who teaches and practices general internal medicine in Boston. A good poem, he says, is "not so different from providing the best, most compassionate care to our patients”: http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/medical_examiner/2013/07/poetry_and_medicine_rafael_campo_and_why_doctors_need_the_humanities.html?wpisrc=most_viral

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