Friday, October 29, 2010

Poetry Friday: Death

There were so many deaths this week in Haiti from cholera. Each one was an irreplaceable human soul, a person who was loved. This week we also thought of our colleague K. whom we lost three years ago, and I read Death, Be Not Proud with my students in her honor.

Here's another poem about death for today's Poetry Friday.


The Bustle in a House (1108)

by Emily Dickinson

The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted opon Earth –

The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity –

Here's today's Poetry Friday roundup.

4 comments:

Toby Speed said...

Ruth, thank you for sharing your thoughts and this poem. Your strength and continued teaching and writing in the face of so much loss is astonishing, and also a blessing - not the least, to your students.

Author Amok said...

Ruth -- thanks for sharing this poem. One of the students I've been working with lost his mother this week. It was painful for him and all those around him.

Mary Lee said...

What a metaphor for grief.

Wishing you and your students solace in this difficult time.

laurasalas said...

Your post and poem made me tear up. Hugs to you and your students, and thank you for the work you're doing there.