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 (1830–86)
This is one of my favourite poems, that keeps reminding me not to lose hope on any situation.
2 Comments:
this really looks gr8... when u read this??? do u have that book with you...?
I suppose i read this somewhere during my college time, and since then i got sticked in my mind.
Author of this poem was a popular poet named Emily dickinson.
You can find a complete collection of her poems here :
http://www.bartleby.com/113/index1.html
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