Friday, October 18, 2013

Poetry Friday: Sick Edition

In this short life that only lasts an hour
How much - how little - is within our power

Emily Dickinson


I'm sick in bed today with most unpoetic symptoms, so glad for the distraction of Poetry Friday.  Check out Janet's Mortimer Minute.  She said some nice things about me that cheered me up no end.  And the roundup is here, at Merely Day by Day

13 comments:

Janet said...

I'm sorry you're sick. :-( Glad if my comments brightened your day a little! I could have gone on and on.

Feel better soon.

BJ Lee said...

Hope you feel better, Ruth! much truth in the Dickenson!

Cathy said...

Powerful! Thanks for sharing these two lines. I hope you feel better soon.

Cathy

Liz Steinglass said...

Feel better soon!

Janet S. said...

Thanks for your comment on my Poetry Friday post. Feel better soon.

Tara @ A Teaching Life said...

Feel better, Ruth - how like you to distill those unpoetic symptoms with two perfect lines from Dickinson.

Myra Garces-Bacsal from GatheringBooks said...

Hello there Ruth, being sick is a bummer indeed. Do feel better soon. Drink lots of fluids and thanks for sharing Dickinson. :)

LInda Baie said...

So sorry you've been taken by something, Ruth, & I'll go right over to read those happy words! Get well, quick!

Violet N. said...

So sorry you're sick, Ruth. Thanks for passing the baton to Janet. Her Mortimer interview was a lovely read. You take care!

Mary Lee said...

Hope you're feeling better this morning.

Enjoyed getting a little AUTHENTIC Dickinson to go with my oops-that's-not-by-her Dickinson.

Diane Mayr said...

Since it's now Sunday, I hope you are fully recovered!

Author Amok said...

Hi, Ruth. I hope you got your rest this weekend! These lines were perfect for me tonight -- just finished speaking with author Jen Michalski about her novel (The Tide King), which deals with the negative side of immortality.

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

I hope by now you're feeling much better, Ruth. There's nothing like a good dose of Dickinson when you feel like death warmed over!