Saturday, December 22, 2012


The poet Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born on 10th December 1830, in Massachusetts. She used to live in total isolation from the world but she continued to read and send letters and poems to her friends. Upon her death, nearly 1,800 poems were discovered in 40 handbound volumes, which make her a very prolific writer. My favorite poem, and probably yours as well is 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.
Click here for a beautiful reading of the poem on Paganini's music. 


Bellezza said...

I cannot tell you how much your Christmas card, gift and poem means to me!! I'm going to give a pencil to each member of my family, and remind them of the words you enclosed which pierce my heart. Thank you for all you add to my life, and a very Merry Christmas to you!!

Ally said...

I am so glad it arrived to you, I was beginning to worry a bit. Your card is not here, but I am sure it will arrive one of these days. I am happy I could spread some joy for you at Christmas! Merry Christmas! :)