Friday, December 10, 2010

Hope 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 --
Photo by Bruce Barone.
And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --
Photo by Bruce Barone.
I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.
Photo by Bruce Barone.
Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday
Do you have a favorite Emily Dickinson poem? I would love to hear from you! If you want distinctive nature, documentary or portrait photography--photography with soul that inspires you to live a more artful and beautiful life, please contact me.

5 comments:

  1. "Started early - took my dog
    And visited the sea -
    The mermaids in the Basement
    Came out to look at me."

    Such magnificent photographs!
    One should be your Christmas card.

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  2. The "Dove" is our card. Send me your address and I will send you one!

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  3. LOVE the photographs! quintessential winter wonderland!

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  4. Thank you for this warming poem and those eye pleasing images.

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