Tuesday, July 31, 2012


As I was browsing through the internet, I came upon this poem by Emily Dickinson about hope. It's beautiful. I want to share them here:

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

By: Emily Dickinson
"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.


Topexpress Luzana said...

thanks for sharing. it indeed helped and make my day.


Topexpress Luzana said...

thanks for sharing this poem. a good way to start my day right!


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