Wednesday, March 09, 2011


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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

By Emily Dickinson

One of the few poems that I've read before. I've always only remember till "Hope is a thing with feathers" hehe...but it is a poem that speaks to me. It reminds me that no matter what happens, there's always a sliver of hope. ^^


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