Emily Dickinson

2019 Junkanoo, photo by Livvy Catherine

By Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

Birding, by Marcia Verleta

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.

Birding, by Marcia Verleta
2019 Junkanoo, photo by Livvy Catherine


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