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Friday, December 3, 2010

Hope is a Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without 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 keeps so many warm.

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

14 comments:

  1. sugar likes you and your blog..kissy

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  2. Thank you for all your comments on my blog. Apologies for not visiting sooner!

    I love Emily Dickinson. I'm a big poetry fan and post some on my blog now and again. Click on poetry in the side bar to see. I don't know whether you're familiar with a modern English poet called Henry Normal? I love his poems.

    There's one here: http://fashionsmostwanted.blogspot.com/2009/11/nude-modelling-for-afterlife.html

    Hope you have a lovely weekend xx

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  3. Hmmm. Don't like the rhyme and metre. Must have been something in the water that Dickinson and Longfellow were drinking.

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  4. i can get behind that! i like it..short n sweet

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  5. Hope sure sounds like the crows in the morning that never shut the hell up.

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  6. Short and sweet. This guy did a great job on the poetry! Ooohh how I missed out on so much =P hehe

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  7. I was reciting this at school a few days ago :) I think it´s really nice.

    xx
    Simona
    http://thepicnicwithzebra.blogspot.com/

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  8. I ♥ Emily Dickinson! great choice

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  9. classic poem is classic. :)

    following!

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