"Hope" Is The Thing With Feathers - / "Speranta"-I Ceva Cu Pene - Poem by Magdalena Biela

"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 Dickinson

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"Speranta"-i ceva cu pene -


"Speranta"-i ceva cu pene -
Ce-n suflet e-ncuibata -
Si fredoneaz-o melodie -
Far-a se-opri vreodata -


Dulce-n - Vant tare - se-aude -
Si-amar-o fi furtuna -
Ce umileste-un Cant ce-n trude
Ferici multi intruna -


L-auzii pe-un rece pamant
Si pe-o Mare straina -
Dar orisicat a suferit
Nu mi-a cerut farama.