HOPE! 01/18/2010
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 Support the Hope from Ashes Concert and Auction. http://www.hopefromashes.com.au/ CommentsMon, 01 Feb 2010 2:23:21 am wow! i must have a t-shirt with one of your paintings i love them ;-) Mon, 01 Feb 2010 3:00:44 am :-), Dannie, You will have an artist in your own family to publicise Dannie :-), I have a few over at the functional art web site, on show, if you like one of those I can quote you a price. If I have time I will shopping cart them. May Mon, 01 Feb 2010 3:40:11 pm That is a beautiful poem! Mon, 01 Feb 2010 5:32:13 pm Hi May :-), Your comment will be posted after it is approved. Leave a Reply |












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