Three little birds
Added 2023-03-07 15:15:34 +0000 UTC“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
Comments
A poem as beautiful as your picture. I think this photo is not recent, as your hair is longer? Either way, I would like to thank you for all that you share with us here. Its good to be home, isn't it?
Bud March
2023-03-11 20:32:52 +0000 UTCLove this poem 💞 Excellent extended metaphor 🙌
Sarah Strouse
2023-03-10 10:48:37 +0000 UTCEmily the Lady in White.
Chris Fox
2023-03-07 19:58:29 +0000 UTCEmily Dickinson was a distant cousin of mine.
billy ford
2023-03-07 15:17:01 +0000 UTC
