‘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.
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
By Emily Dickinson
HANNA'S WALK 
And – I love Emily Dickinson too
Kære Leya. Tak for det. Litteratur er berigende!!
Det är den!
It’s so wonderful to see the Earth renewing itself!
So true! Now the rain came after a month of drought. Trees, shrubs and flowers have exploded in overwhelming lushness. It is life-affirming indeed.
Vackra bilder som verkligen andas harmoni. Längtar tills jag också kan sätta min kajak i vattnet. 🙂
Hej Meggie. Det er suverænt, når man glider sagte gennem vandet, og oplever naturen helt tæt på 😎
Tak!!
Your photos are lovely Hanna, and “Hope” has always been one of my favorite Dickinson poems.
Happy springtime.
Tanja
Thanks for that, Tanja. Yes, it’s a wonderful poem.
Happy springtime to you too!!!