• Poetry
• curriculum renewal
• healthcare education

I met a university president on his campus

Who said: Two vast and trunkless curriculum reports

Stand in your faculty. Near them in the dean's office,

Half sunk, a shattered curriculum lies, whose supports,

And content sneer of cold command,

Tell that its writer well those passions read

Which yet survive, objectives found in these lifeless things,

The exams that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the website these words appear:

“I am the curriculum, will make you a doctor, king of kings:

Look on my content, ye mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside can compete. Round the trainees

Of that colossal work, boundless and bare

The lone and level patients stretch far away.