Hope is the Thing with Feathers
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.
Emily Dickinson
Yes, hope always flies high 🙂
It’s the key to everything, I reckon.
Pretty much 🙂
I’m rattling my brains here to think of any exceptions!
Let me know if you find any… I can’t 😉
Will do!
I am always hopeful that things will turn out fine and proceed smoothly..though there are bumps in the road ..I will not be deterred just step over them or walk around them and hopefully will be able to take on what is the next thing in life…
Joni, clearly you’re on the optimists side of the fence! Definitely the place to be if it all possible.
Emily grew up and lived her solitary life near here… They are currently filming a bio movie in her old haunts as we speak! Such a way with words…
How wonderful to live so close to Emily’s home. I was due to visit there a year or so ago but alas it didn’t happen. Hopefully one of these days ….. The movie sounds like it would be great. Please keep me posted re its progress as I’d love to see it.
My daughter is an English lit major (has her Masters and going for PhD!) and is a big fan. Will let you know what’s up as I am able!
Thanks so much, That would be great, Every good wish to your daughter in her studies.
Beautiful Jean – I’ve read some of Dickinson’s poetry but I’ve never seen that one – very nice. And great picture. 🙂
Hi Paul, so glad to have introduced you to this poem. I think it’s one of her best.
Thank you, Jean, for reminding us that hope is important. I know in the past few days, I have felt hopeless, and it has been a time of searing grief and experiencing that grief while hope has perched in my soul, waiting and knowing that I will need it. My heart goes out to you in Ireland as you bury your sons and daughters this week.
Suz, I’m very sorry to hear that you’ve been feeling so low and grief-stricken and hope that things will seem brighter soon.
Thanks for your sympathy about the poor Irish students who died so tragically in that awful fall in California. I can’t stop thinking about the families involved. They have been so dignified and ‘giving’ in spite of their grief. Quite amazing and inspiring.
Without hope, we have nothing. Beautiful words from Emily – thanks for posting them.
Couldn’t agree more about hope. Emily’s words are incredibly powerful I always think.
Beautiful image, Jean. And the words fit very well!
Thanks Malin. I tend to think in poetry so the when I saw the feathery cloud, it had to be Emily!
I love Emily Dickinson and the photo is so fantastically apt!!
Thanks very much Willow.
There is always hope! Well illustrated.
The trick seems to be to be able to see hope always. Not necessarily easy.
I love Emily Dickinson too and your photo is lovely – what a perfect match. Such a joy to sit at my computer and read your posts before I start work:):)
Hi Olga, thanks very much for your kind words. Hope your day goes well and is full of hope!
What a great photo – it stopped me in my tracks!