Hope (Dickinson)
Hope is something with feathers.
Perched in the soul,
Singing songs without lyrics,
Never stop,
Hear the sweetest sound in the strong wind;
The storm must be very painful
That will make the birds shy.
Let many people feel warm.
I heard it in the coldest place,
In the strangest sea;
However, in extreme cases,
It asked me a crumb.
Hope (Dickinson)
"Hope" is that things have feathers.
Living in the soul,
Singing songs without lyrics,
Never stop,
Breeze is the sweetest.
There is no doubt that heavy rain will cause pain.
Will upset the birds.
Keep this warm.
Listen to it cross the wonderful ocean.
Fly over the cold fields
But it doesn't want my bread crumbs.
Even if you are extremely hungry.