Time for a poem by Emily Dickinson

felix — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 07:54:44 +0000

Emily Dickinson’s Hope is the Thing With Feathers is part of a larger work called Life. It was written in 1861.

“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.

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A fly and a flea in a flue

felix — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 17:21:09 +0000

I was on holiday recently (hence the pause in service) and while trying to deal with bites from small flying things a friend of mine from Switzerland thought me this limerick:

A fly and a flea in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, “Let us flee!”
“Let us fly!”, said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

It doesn’t take away the annoying itch caused by those midges and mosquitoes, but it does make me laugh.

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