Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul,
A Narrow Fellow in the Grass by Emily Dickinson
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 by Emily Dickinson
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period.
A Long, Long Sleep, a Famous Sleep by Emily Dickinson
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
Nature Rarer Uses Yellow by Emily Dickinson
It’s been a crazy week, and when I’m feeling stressed I turn to poetry. There’s none better than Emily Dickinson…