Love my Hope

Sep 03, 2005 11:28

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all", said Dickinson, and I now realize my hope has been singing for something more than a year now, waiting for the words to the tune to come, me not being able to write 'em down for my hope. Oh, Elizabeth, I couldn't even begin to ( Read more... )

Leave a comment

Comments 2

snowstar_59 September 3 2005, 18:46:00 UTC
That's beautiful...and deep.

Reply

adonai_luciferi September 5 2005, 01:52:48 UTC
thanks a lot... 'tis pity it's not mine in the whole... i used some ideas of english-speaking poets... elizabeth browning, w.b. yeats and emily dickinson... i simply love 'em... :)) i strongly recommend 'em to you... i think they belong to your "favorite time in history" :)

Reply


Leave a comment

Up