Poemas leídos en el recital 12 de mayo de 2016 - IES Luis Braille en Coslada

“HOPE” IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS

“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 chilliest land,

and on the strangest Sea,

yet – never – in Extremity

it asked a crumb – of me.

Emily Dickinson