1.24.2009

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

This is a photo image JEJ captured from the deck a couple of weeks ago when we had a sunrise. I am holding on to hope we will see another one this winter. sigh.

Hope is The Thing With Feathers

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

7 comments :

  1. Oh my, what a beautiful view you have..... goodness, I would be sitting on your porch most of the time just staring.......

    Hope....... sometimes its the only thing to cling on to.....

    x

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  2. That's a gorgeous sunset and I love the poem you put with it.

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  3. Sunrise is the best. I see more of them now that I have Skooter to roust me. At first, I was annoyed, but have since found that the day lasts longer when you start it earlier. You can quote me on that. That is a major discovery for a life-long night person.

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  4. I love this poem! It's a lot of fun to teach, too...and then have kids make their own abstract concept/concrete image metaphors.

    I love sunrises, too. Yours is particularly beautiful...and inspiring...

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  5. What a beautiful moment that must have been. I love how the water is reflecting that intense stripe of color in the sky.

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  6. Just yesterday, I was thinking of posting that poem! I rented "The Belle of Amherst" with Julie Harris in her one-woman Broadway play as Emily Dickinson. It reminded me why I love her poetry so much. I am going to indulge myself and watch it again before I mail it back.

    And what a beautiful sunrise. We finally have a bit of sun today! Such a lift for the spirit!

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  7. I agree Marmite... we all need to cling to hope!
    Hi Carver.. they did go well together and I just discovered this poem.
    mbw... I have learned to appreciate morning too. I guess living around the smelter made us night owls... we always had those annoying lights blinking in our windows!
    Sally... I agree. We do get lovely sunrises, but the trees and mountain block sunsets. I miss those.
    Rondi... now that I have discovered it, I can see using it in class.
    Wow Nita Jo... that gives me goosebumps. I just gave my mom a collection of Emily Dickinson poems for her birthday also.

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