Wednesday, October 11, 2006


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 extemity
It asked a crumb of me

Emily Dickens, Hope
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Mile Stones said...

And today is new, so renaissance/renascimento/rebirth.
This one isaltogether lighter,brighter and conveys hope in its visualisation of motion. I'm glad!

tsduff said...

Your topic and choice of author fits the day. Cheers.

Evydense said...

I'm always blown away by how perfectly you pick the piece of writing to accompany your art. Just brilliant!

Reflex said...

Hope is the last thing that remains, some say....

jane said...

Those words & that image match perfectly. I love the part about hope having feathers, it reminds me that it also has wings to let our spirits soar.

TotalChaos said...

So light and outward flowing, need to stick it in my head.