“This is the house of Bedlam,” begins Elizabeth Bishop’s lovely strange poem, “Visits to St. Elizabeths”: “This is the man / that lies in the house of Bedlam.” ...

Lovers of beauty, starved, Thwarted with systems, Helpless against the control; ...

ONE city only, of all I have lived in, And one house of that city, belong to me. . . ...