Happy Birthday to Emily Dickinson, belated, it was yesterday! Woody Allen wrote a book called “Without Feathers”. It was an homage to Dickinsons poem on Hope. Was Woody suggesting he was hopeless? If you haven’t read “Without Feathers” then you are in for a real treat. It is fantastic.
I once acted in the play “God” from the book “Without Feathers”. I don’t know if we were any good, but it was a lot of fun. I laughed a lot.
And so to Hope. Hope is the thing with feathers. It is also a charity. http://www.mycharity.ie/event/raiseforcalcutta/and you can read all about Hope as documented by Jerry in his blog
Hope is also the thing that emerged last from Pandoras box. Another great story!
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.