“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By 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 BirdThat 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.
4 thoughts on ““Hope” is the thing with feathers”
Beautiful Mandy, and great hearing from you.
Thank you Trish, hope you are well… these are strange times indeed
Lovely poem & nice to see you online, Mandy & Myk 🙂 🙂
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thank you Lisa, it’s good to be back 🙂 XX
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