Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul,
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him, did you not, His notice sudden is.
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period.
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
It’s been a crazy week, and when I’m feeling stressed I turn to poetry. There’s none better than Emily Dickinson when you need to refocus. Enjoy this poem, “Nature Rarer Uses Yellow.”
When it comes to Emily Dickinson poems, this one has to be my favorite. And that’s saying something! Because I like many of her poems. I hope you enjoy this one. Happy Saturday. This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her […]
I’m a big fan of Emily Dicksinson’s poetry, and this happens to be one of my favorites. There is something very sweet and sad about the poem, and then there’s the amazing meter that makes you think that she might be lonely but she’s trying to make the best of it.
I have to admit I’m a big fan of Emily Dickinson’s poetry. Enjoy this poem today, “A Bird Came Down.”
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. — Emily Dickinson, poet