Hope in Spring

A thought for a lovely Spring weekend.

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

11 Responses to Hope in Spring

  1. Linda Lazarus April 17, 2015 at 5:40 pm #

    Thank you. Perfect.

  2. Betty April 17, 2015 at 6:44 pm #

    Indeed. Thank you Richard.

  3. josie April 17, 2015 at 9:17 pm #

    Thank you.

    (Said with tears in my eyes.)

  4. yvonne April 18, 2015 at 12:29 pm #

    There’s that word again… hope. Does it spring eternal or is it a MS sucker bet? Hope leads to disappointment when the storm knocks it’s feathers off.

  5. yvonne April 18, 2015 at 12:31 pm #

    Having a bad MS day so I’m shooting the damn bird because the singing is annoying 🙁

    • Joan Z April 18, 2015 at 1:24 pm #

      Yvonne, crappy day here too. Think I’ll check my horoscope. Can’t be any weirder than trying to find logic in MS. I’m a Cancer by the way…

      • Yvonne April 18, 2015 at 1:52 pm #

        Sagittarian. My family

      • Yvonne April 18, 2015 at 1:52 pm #

        Sagittarian. My family was here this week so I’m exhausted from trying to be “up” most of the time.

  6. Dale April 18, 2015 at 2:43 pm #

    Wow I thought it was just me.

  7. Louise April 18, 2015 at 3:06 pm #

    Everybody take an antihistomine! I swear by them.

  8. Leslie April 19, 2015 at 9:23 am #

    I might agree, the hope springs eternal and all that Hollywood b*******, but let’s remember who wrote this. I read of Emily Dickinson that when visitors came to her father’s house, the home where she lived, she would stand in the next room and weep because she could not bear their company, though she longed for it. as for me I wept when I saw this today, my first visit, remembering that one of the first songs to appear in my head years before my diagnosis was the melody to this extraordinary poem. Thank you Richard.