©1998 Kimberly Nyce
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words, and never stops at all.
~Emily Dickinson
Photograph taken at Mount Auburn Cemetary, 1998.
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I love that poem. It is one of the few I memorized without trying. It sings the tune without the words, after all.
On an unrelated note, this is the first time I have happened upon your blog. Letters to a young poet is quite the book. Interesting choice. I have read it at least seven times. It seems to capture something- and it is hard not to appreciate the ernestness.
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