Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Hope Is the Thing With Feathers

Poppy Party in Reds by Nancy Medina
Oil on Canvas

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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.


Terra said...

Love this poem and your flowers bursting with red exuberance.

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Oh Nancy
Such beatious poppys and I just love the poem you shared.
I feel like you just painted on my heart.

how is my friend Howie ?