Wednesday, July 21, 2010

hope is the thing with feathers

"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 chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.

— Emily Dickinson


B. Meandering said...

Beautiful picture---I can see it's eye! Cool!
Of course the words are beautiful---after all it's Emily Dickenson. My high school students have a tough time with interpreting her poems, but I really like them.
This is one of the poems I use to show personification of an emotion.
Great choice--we all need to hope!

Emily Young said...

He reminds me of a white-haired professor. I love it.

S. Etole said...

I wasn't familiar with the last two verses ... thank you. Blessings to you, Leslie.

emily wierenga said...

oh Leslie... your comment SO encouraged, revived, me today... how i'm glad you wrote, so i could visit this blog. what a lovely, restful place! and emily d. is one of my favourites... i thank God for your words, for our love, today, and i pray for you as it sounds like you have battles of your own you face... may you know him more, sister.

patty said...

my favorite, favorite!, poem! :)