… in unreachable corners and it feels like the conservatives run the world (because they do) and life is reduced to a constant struggle to keep your head above the water and not drown…there’s poems like this that don’t solve it all by any means but do help you step back a bit, and breathe:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – 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 –
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.
Reblogged this on Georgia Travels and commented:
Great writing can always bring solace in times when the world just seems, well, shitty. Thank you Tamara Pearson and the inimitable Emily Dickinson.