Wednesday, June 17, 2009

"Hope Is The Thing With Feathers"... I was first introduced to this line in a book title rather than the poem by Emily Dickinson from which it was borrowed. The book, by Christopher Cokinos, beautifully describes the last days of five species of birds driven to extinction by human avarice, lack of foresight or just plain gross stupidity. 
Though I can never leave the confines of my 12' by 12' room, I'm lucky that the room's window looks out over a beautifully maintained enclosed garden. It's big enough to support a nesting hummingbird. There is a fountain the mourning doves love to circle before they begin to bathe. The large cherry tree has a branch just outside my window large enough for a hawk to land on... I watch it eat it's meal of song bird a few times a week, just before the humming birds and robins chase it away.
I'm doing quite well here, recovery wise. I've avoided the worst of the later side effects from the treatment- though the beginning, right after the consecutive days of high dose chemotherapy, was rough. I may even be home by the end of the weekend...! 
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.



Anonymous said...

Dear Scott,

Saw your profile on BMB. Wishing you well in your battle with cancer. You've not blogged in a while. You will be in my thoughts, yes, a complete stranger.


Wilmaryad O'Scallas said...

I dig the sober design and the well-written content. You're featured as one of my Blogs of Note.

Take pride in being a survivor :)

P.S. Your blog's word verification is up to date; the word was Swine. ;)