Poetry Mondays: Dear March – Come in by Emily Dickinson

Poetry Mondays: Dear March – Come in by Emily Dickinson

Dear March—Come in—How glad I am—I hoped for you before—Put down your Hat—You must have walked—How out of Breath you are—Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—Did you leave Nature well—Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—I have so much to tell— I got your Letter, and the Birds—The Maples never knew that you [...]

Poetry Mondays – Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson.

Poetry Mondays – Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson.

Hope is the thing with feathersThat 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 stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land,And on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It [...]