“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) 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.
Here are links to some photos I took on a business trip to Bangalore in February 2013:
Some pictures from my holidays in Zermatt, March 2013:
This is pretty good too, about the Big Bagel in the Sky - I love the typical American self-effacement at the end :)...