"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze..., Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind- Thy windy will to bear!"
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2007). “Questa è la mia lettera al mondo: poesie”, p.62, G. D'Ambrosio Angelillo
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