22 May

“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 Dickenson 1861 


Posted by on May 22, 2008 in Black and White, Photography


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2 responses to “Hope

  1. joan

    May 22, 2008 at 10:04 pm

    Wow! That is beautiful!

  2. doanli

    May 23, 2008 at 11:25 am

    Great pics!


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