“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
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.
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)
Reprinted in the Poetry Foundation
Hope..
By ps13795, Baguio, Philippines
As darkness covers the bright
blue sky
Thoughts fill the air with a
resonant sigh
Shadows arrive and shelter the
earth
Covering, cleaning out gaity
and mirth
Bright stars peek out one by
one
Slowly replacing the big bright
sun
But though this blanket of
Darkness covers us all,
I feel a small stillness within
my small soul
As my thoughts and others’
resound with a sigh
Waves of tranquility and peace
pass by
And even if darkness surrounds
my heart,
That small light inside will never
depart…
Source: teenink.com