Federn / Feathers
produced in april 2014
produced in april 2014
Hope
by 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.
   Copyright Cornelia Weber Es war eine besondere Erfahrung und Herausforderung, die poetische Kraft der Feder einzufangen. It was a great experience and a challenge as well to capture the poetical power of feathers. |
