thomasjwheatley on Nostr: “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune ...
“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
Obviously talking about nostriches 😀
Published at
2023-04-12 02:42:00Event JSON
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