28 December 2011

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... it's a pretty one you must admit


I don’t care if you glimpse my under-tail, it’s a pretty one you must admit.

"Forgive me if there are occasions, dear ...


“Forgive me if there are occasions, dear,
When I seem cold, ungrateful, unaware –,
For you are the whole world to me, altho’
I may forget, sometimes to tell you so!”

Hope is a thing with feathers





Hope is a 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 chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.



Emily Dickinson