under the weather
Somehow, despite the fact that I’ve barely left my house in the last 10 days, due to the tiny stitches I had just under my nose after I had a “spot” removed, I have managed to catch a cold. I think it may be more accurate to say that the cold has caught me.
And so, here I am, on the couch in the morning, reading poetry.
If my throat didn’t hurt so much, it would be a perfect day.
Just before Christmas, I stumbled across a poet I had never read before, Ruth Stone. My daughter bought me her book, What Love Comes To as a gift.
Oh my. Yesterday, I said that I want to live my life inside a poem.
Today, I’m going to live my life inside this book.
The Long Chill
The blankets scream to be folded.
After all it’s almost noon;
the sun’s pale powder glittering
and with no clear demarcation,
and too chill; as if when
the mammoths, strolling on the steppes
and consorting, paused, as usual,
as the first light dust of snow began to fall.
~Ruth Stone
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January 12th, 2012 at 12:33 pm
That’s a lovely poem and you enjoy the book. Kick the cold to the curb, though. It hasn’t paid the rent…
January 12th, 2012 at 2:22 pm
Sounds like it was the perfect gift. Hope the cold passes swiftly and that you feel better soon. x
January 12th, 2012 at 2:50 pm
lovely. have a cold too. hope you feel better. BTW, my last post was inspired by one of your posts… did I get you curious?
January 12th, 2012 at 2:57 pm
Oh no! I swear by Mega-C and 2 aspirin ..
January 12th, 2012 at 3:29 pm
Poetry has to be fun and fanciful in order to grab my attention. I love this poem!
January 12th, 2012 at 5:27 pm
Feel better soon. And thank you for the introduction to Ruth Stone. Lovely. 🙂
January 12th, 2012 at 8:51 pm
Thank you for sharing this! And, feel better.
January 12th, 2012 at 8:52 pm
i just got over a cold myself. 9 days to be exact. but it wasn’t so bad considering how bad some are.
lots of zinc and water and heated blankets. oh and i smothered my feet in vicks vapor rub every night just for good measure 🙂
get better soon !
xoxo
January 12th, 2012 at 10:05 pm
that’s just where you need to live today. in that book. with a box of tissues parked in the garage and a cup of noodle soup on the back porch. feel better, sugar.
January 12th, 2012 at 11:40 pm
chicken soup and poetry. take as needed. xoxo
January 13th, 2012 at 5:29 am
Wishing you a speedy recovery, my friend ♥
January 13th, 2012 at 12:37 pm
you need a good old fashioned hot toddy. my dad always made them, and you either died or got better. obviously i got better! and the memory of him doing that brings a smile that makes the then being sick back to my mind. hot toddy: boiling cup of water, some lemon juice, a gulp of whiskey, and enough honey to sweeten it. You can leave out the whiskey if need be. BUT it helps you sleep. get better.
January 14th, 2012 at 1:50 am
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January 14th, 2012 at 8:19 am
So sorry to hear you’re under the weather, but I love the sound of that hot toddy from the commenter above. And thank you so much for introducing me to this poet. Wonderful ~
January 15th, 2012 at 12:06 pm
I love when this happens. When you get so caught up in a book that you didn’t have any prior knowledge of. It is a gift indeed.
January 15th, 2012 at 5:17 pm
I love that poem! And I hope you are feeling better by now. Sending healing hugs to you. 🙂
January 15th, 2012 at 6:42 pm
sounds cozy delicious….hope healing happens quickly
but enjoy the snuggle time.
-Jennifer
January 16th, 2012 at 10:51 pm
“i want to live my life inside a poem.” yes. that’s exactly what i want too.
January 17th, 2012 at 8:24 pm
I have not read her … and I love this poem. Heading over to amazon to buy NOW!