Posted by SLS on February 19, 2012, at 21:40:58
In reply to I used to like this poem, posted by sleepygirl2 on February 19, 2012, at 12:00:28
> http://www.online-literature.com/dickinson/827/
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> Hope is the thing with feathers
> That perches in the soul,
> And sings the tune without the words,
> And never stops at all,
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> And sweetest in the gale is heard;
> And sore must be the storm
> That could abash the little bird
> That kept so many warm.
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> I've heard it in the chilliest land
> And on the strangest sea;
> Yet, never, in extremity,
> It asked a crumb of me.
I like it.Do you still like it?
- ScottSome see things as they are and ask why.
I dream of things that never were and ask why not.- George Bernard Shaw
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