Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Emily Dickinson


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.

Speranta este o pasare

Care ajuta sufletul sa zboare

Cântă melodia fără cuvinte,

Ce niciodată nu se opreşte ,

Dulce in viscol este auzita;

Şi durere va fi in furtună

Asta ar putea descumpani mica pasăre

Care m-a incalzit de multe ori.

Am auzit-o in friguroase pamanturi

Şi pe cele mai stranii mări

Si niciodata in situatii limita

Nu m-a parasit.