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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
Emily DickinsonЗа да направиш прерия е нужно- пчела и детелина и една мечта голяма.Ако мечтата е достатъчно голяма ,може и без пчела и детелина! Емили Дикинсън
Emily DickinsonHunger is a way
Of standing outside windows
The entering takes away.
Tags: philosophical
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —
Tags: poetry
There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up;
The covers the abyss with a trance
So memory can step around, across, upon it.
The Soul selects her own Society.
Emily DickinsonTags: soul
I'm a Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? There's a pair of us- don't tell!
Emily DickinsonThe pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
Emily DickinsonUnable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
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