Wednesday 25 March 2009

Hope is the Thing with Feathers


Hope

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)

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Photographed
March 24, 2009
Stadtpark Pond

11 comments:

  1. He's such a strange mottled bird that it makes him lovable. :D

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  2. Yes, TASH, indeed,
    that's why he got a post all of his own. ;-)
    Thank you for your comment! :-)

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  3. :) this is such a cute post :)!

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  4. He looks as if he has a story all his own to tell us...love Emily Dickinson...fitted so perfectly.

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  5. LARA,
    thank you! :-)

    MOANNIE,
    yes, if only birds could talk -
    he certainly would have a story to tell! I love Emily Dickinson, especially this poem.

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  6. Photo and poem fit perfectly.

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  7. LOL! Looks like he or she is having a bad feather day.

    www.thequietone.net

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  8. Thank you, BARBARA! :-)

    CATHY,
    *giggle* - Bad feather day, that makes my day, thank you (especially since I have to go out into the rain right now). :-)

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  9. The picture of that rather bedraggled-looking Hooded Crow goes well with Emily Dickens poetry!

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  10. Lovely oiseau...
    Lovely poem...

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  11. I love Emily Dickinson! This was was a nice way to post.

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