“Hope” is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all.
– Emily Dickinson
Full poem: “Hope” is the thing with feathers.
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Photographs from a Bloy in Wisconsin
“Hope” is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all.
– Emily Dickinson
Full poem: “Hope” is the thing with feathers.
Comments are closed.
It doesn’t get any better than this – photo, in all of it’s glorious color, of one of my favorite feathered friends, and beautiful words from one of my favorite authors. Thanks for brightening up my day.
Thanks so much, Dad. I’ve been thinking I should try to read more poetry. Good activity to drive off those mid-winter blahs.