Hope is the thing with feathers

“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 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.

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 🙂 🙂

thank you Lisa, it’s good to be back 🙂 XX

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