“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without 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.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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She is a treasure.
Yes, she is.
Hope. We really need hope at the moment, don’t we, given Trump, Brexit, Covid, Putin ….
My thought exactly.
I hadn’t taken you for an Emily Dickinson fan. There is a definite power in her ability to reveal a might truth in a few words. And now I think I can see a connection between her simplicity and so much of the old Chinese poets that you feature so often. Thank you so much.
Thanks for noticing, John. I always appreciate anyone saying more by saying less. And I try emulate that.
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I Just love Emily!
Me, too. How can one not love her?