‘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 
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!!!
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!!
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.
And – I love Emily Dickinson too
Kære Leya. Tak for det. Litteratur er berigende!!
Det är den!