Saturday, May 12, 2007

Hope is the thing with Feathers

Poet: Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

2 comments:

  1. this is very nice as well, but it's not that. but now i remember, there was something about a bird, a ROBIN i think! dude, you're getting close! :)

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  2. found it! googled "emily dickinson" and "robin" :D. thanks dude!


    Not In Vain

    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain,
    Or help one fainting robin
    Unto his nest again,
    I shall not live in vain.

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