Monday, November 5, 2012


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 Dickenson

I tinkered with another Katsushika Hokusai piece to make the image above.  
"Snake Curling around a Bamboo Stalk with a Sparrow on it" is its name.

1 comment:

  1. I adore your blog JHubs. Thank you for having one & sharing it with me.