A year or so ago, I decided to try and learn a poem every week - or so.
It wasn't entirely successful as a plan. A few weeks in, and I discovered that the poems I learned at the beginning of the month were more or less fully evaporated by the end. 'Hope is the thing with feathers', along with 'Prayer (1)', which I've already posted, was one of the many poems I learened and forgot.
It's good to revisit the poems some time later -they acquire new resonances and depths of meaning as life affects the way you see things.
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