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

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7 Responses Aug 20, 2014

I knew it from the first line. I love Emily. I love birds. I know you do too. This whole post is ...absolutely beautiful.

Also, There is a book (on my to-read list) about birds called "The Thing With Feathers" by Noah Stryker. You might like it too.

Hope... one day many years ago, it struck me how completely lost we'd be without hope. It inspired me to write a (fictional) book about hope... and the struggle we often experience between "hope" and "what is possible". I love this poem because it reminds us that where there's hope, anything is possible. Thanks Ms. O!

Very lovely. Such a happy post. How refreshing. Thanx ever so. mini

Hope is everything. Thank you for the heartfelt post.

i like it too. :)

Let's never lose hope, friend. oxoxox

This is one of my favorite quotes on hope. Thanks for posting it - and the lovely picture.