miércoles, 25 de mayo de 2016

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


“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

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