About The River

Monday, November 30, 2015

Hope



 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

 


12 comments:

  1. Gorgeous! I find such beauty in those old abandoned places---and always wonder the story behind them...how they came to be abandoned and fell into total ruin. Kind of sad. Happy week to you- xo Diana

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  2. Amazing, what a lovely way to start my Monday. Thank you my friend!

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  3. Wonderful photos. Wishing you a very nice week.

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  4. What beautiful photos!! Do you know the story of the buildings?

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  5. Poor neglected house! Nice shots.

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  6. So beautiful, Carla, both poem and images.
    Happy December,
    Amalia
    xo

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  7. Beautiful Carla. I love this poem it speaks to my heart. Happy Holidays.
    Kris

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  8. Beautiful photos and beautiful poem...for a season chocked full of hope! Hugs!!

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  9. Such a beautiful poem, I have a book of Emily Dickinson poems and never get tired of reading them.
    The photos are so pretty too, but like someone else said it is sad that they are empty now.
    I hope that you are having a wonderful week!
    Hugs, Kimberley

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  10. yes, the week of hope. Beautiful poem as we light our candle of hope during the first week of Advent.

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High Fives from Wisconsin!

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