Hope by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
Photo by Bruce Barone.
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 chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.
Photo by Bruce Barone.
Today is Emily Dickinson\’s birthday
Do you have a favorite Emily Dickinson poem? I would love to hear from you! If you want distinctive nature, documentary or portrait photography–photography with soul that inspires you to live a more artful and beautiful life, please contact me.

5 responses to “Hope by Emily Dickinson”

  1. \”Started early – took my dogAnd visited the sea -The mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me.\”Such magnificent photographs!One should be your Christmas card.

  2. The \”Dove\” is our card. Send me your address and I will send you one!

  3. Bruce:Beautiful!Jennifer

  4. LOVE the photographs! quintessential winter wonderland!

  5. Thank you for this warming poem and those eye pleasing images.

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I’m Bruce. Writer and photographer. Chef and gardener. Father and Grandfather. Pictured here with my wife, Susan, a soapmaker, writer and yogi and our dog, Freddy, a Mini-Labradoodle.

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