Only Emily Dickinson could open a poem with a line like ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’. Poets before her had compared hope to a bird, but ‘thing with feathers’ was a peculiarly Dickinsonian touch.
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
Emily Dickinson
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.
Deborah Choate, A.J.P. ; Friend and Fine Art & Antiques Consultant, introduced me to these wonderful gift boxes at the last Antique show in Chicago. I found them romantic and intriguing. https://rauantiques.com
Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. My apologies.
Seems I’ve gotten carried away with everything that’s been in the news concerning businesses, the weather, the economy, and Chicago as well as the rest of the world, just to name a few. “Hoping” it will come to an end soon. Thus, a post on the lighter side of things, Flight Plans.
There is beauty, romance, and design all around us. I for one will make it a point to recognize it a bit more often. I wanted to extend a thank you to my family, friends, colleagues, and readers for following and for taking the time to stop by.
All my best,
Michael
