Special thanks to Emily Dickinson and William Ernest Henley
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I’m like a bird that is losing her path
In the sky
I’m getting hurt by the same winds that helped me
To fly
And none of the things that have feathers
Perch in my soul
Singing the tunes without words,
Never stopping at all
How awesome is the darkness—
How deep the hopeless holes—
That shadows all the pathways
That barricades the roads!
They never quench my thirsting
Or wrap me up at night
So why does sitting in them
Still make me feel all right?
This is my turn, but the road’s looking long
Up ahead
How can I walk when my heart and my feet
Are like lead?
And sometimes the gates there look straight,
And no sins mark the scroll
Yet I do not master my fate,
Nor captain my soul
How awesome is the darkness—
How deep the hopeless holes—
That shadows all the pathways
That barricades the roads!
They never sate my hunger
Or tuck me in at night
So why does singing of them
Still make me feel all right?
All right...
All right...
Hope is a thing with feathers
With feathers, with feathers
Let these words fly, I’ll feel better
Feel better, feel better.
Hope is a thing with feathers,
With feathers, with feathers
Now it can land, and I’ll feel better
I’m better, I’m better...
Is this making a reference to an Emily Dickinson poem?
ReplyDeleteOh, also, I am on your blogz, all up in updates on your life.
Nicole lolcat
Yes! The poem is "Hope is a thing with feathers" (though I don't think that Dickinson technically named any of her poems...textbooks often use the first line as the title).
ReplyDeleteI am glad, Nicole lolcat. I am glad.