Hope is the thing with feathers

POSTED IN classic poetry July 30, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

(  Καλησπέρα ! This bird is from Creta and she speaks Greek…she came to my balcony every day while I was in Chania, Platanias and we became best friends..)