DPF / Dickinson

Well, let the repeats begin a day early. I have a request for “hope” on this most hope – filled night of the year. So, it must be dear Emily. Happy New Year’s Eve.

from “Hope” is the thing with feathers / 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 –

DPF / Child

For the upcoming week, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day / by Lydia Maria Child (1802–1880 )

Over the river, and through the wood,
    With a clear blue winter sky,
        The dogs do bark,
        And children hark,
    As we go jingling by.


DPF / Moran

Another for the children of October, from our hula dancer-poet-illustrator, Edna, from the book, An Eyeball in My Garden.

from Zombie Kid Blues / by Edna Cabcabin Moran

Though I borrowed a mitt
That perfectly fit,
It came off with my hand still inside.