Poetry anthology: Poem 3

 Poem 1

Poem 2

Poem N° 3: 

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 chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

Please click here, It´s beautiful...http://vimeo.com/33318564

I really liked this lyrical poem because one of the messages of it seems to say that whatever life throws at the individual there is always the dove-like glimmer of hope that sits in all of us that is so strong that its voice can still be heard in the "gale" of stormy times. Everyone goes through stormy times in their life and no matter where you are on earth or from which "strangest sea" you inhabit but there is no need to despair.

I have chosen these images because of  Dickinson´s metaphor, "is a bird that perches in the soul of everyone", regardless of race, gender or status. It is clear that whatever the battles we may face, hope wins through in the end.