Friday, September 17, 2010

L'oiseau en cage "Espoir" (the caged bird "hope")


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            

I absolutely love this poem. it reminds me of why the caged bird sings. so often i have felt that i was the caged bird. and that i alsways hope(d) against hope. 

there are only 3 things that are ever ours which no one can take away; they are our own individual hopes, emotions, and thoughts.

but this little birdie is spreading his wings. though he might fall at first, nonetheless he must try and try again. 

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