Tuesday, April 22, 2008

the poet in me


I had many reasons for naming our baby girl "Hope", but didn't think of this poem by Emily Dickinson until just today. Loving the first stanza right now:

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all

7 comments:

mordy said...

did you know you can sing emily dickinson to the tune of 'yellow rose of texas'?

try it out.

'because i could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for meeeeeee....'

'a bird came down the walk one day, he did not know i saaaaaaw...'

Jeannie said...

kinda ruins the effect, but fun nonetheless

Ashley M said...

i have that poem on my blog...on the side. so sweet...precious Hope.

love you
ash

Cindy T said...

Beautiful.....like your Hope.

Anonymous said...

you know, really neat-o people have been named after good ol' Emmy-doo and her poems :) Neat-o, indeed (ha ha ha) ev

Holly said...

Emily Dickenson is one of my favoriate poets.

Anonymous said...

Hi jeanne. It is linda mcglothin.

Such a precious daughter. G'mal showed me your web.

Your are blessed. Just had surgery and I can't hold my 10 month g'son and almost 3 g'daughter. Bummer. Especialy when i walk by Vavier and he reaches for you. Maybe 2 weeks and I can hold them.

Have a blessed day.