Sunday, December 10, 2006

The thing with feathers.

[[Little Emily Dickinson, 176 years old today!
God bless you dolling, you don’t look a day over 150!]]


"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.