birds

 

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

“There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry –
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll –
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul.” ~ Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems

“Angels in the early morning 
may be seen the dews among
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?”
 ~ Emily Dickinson

Strangers…

” I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you Nobody too?” – Emily Dickinson

Photography: Stranger by 

hope…

“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

Image by Joel Sossa

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

I’m Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson

I’m nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!

They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!