Sunday, February 3, 2013


I don't read much poetry, but I do enjoy Emily Dickinson's work. This is one of my favourites and came immediately to mind when I read Jake's prompt:

"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

For more Sunday post interpretations on Hope, pop over to Jake's blog. 


  1. Great entry Mara I really love your photo and interpretation for this week theme ,Thanks for sharing my friend :)

  2. I didn't know the poem, Mara- isn't it strange that two of you have chosen to share it? And yes, it's perfect.
    Mine is in your Algarve, of course.

    1. I love this poem! I hope your hopes for retiring to the Algarve turn out as fabulous as you imagine. I wish I could retire from state teaching right now,

  3. I just read this same poem on another post...isn't it wonderful how one piece of writing can stretch out and touch people like that.
    Happy happy blog's to many more to come.

  4. I just posted a comment but it seems to have disappeared...this problem keeps happeneing for me with blogger...grrrrrrrrrrrr

    1. I hope Blogger make commenting easier. I'm sure they fix it if they tried...

  5. I have always loved that poem! Great post.

  6. Beautiful poem. I've always loved Emily Dickinson.

  7. I love Emily Dickinson...this is one of my favorites of hers.
    Nice photo too!

    1. Thank you. There are lots of birds around my property but they are difficult to photograph. This one seemed to enjoy my attention.


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