The Winds of Wonder

“Hope is the thing with feathers”

Spirit’s hope is the thing with blue and bright wings,

Needing no sky, a poem that needs no words;

Flight of pledging bird above the disquiet sea,

A yearning never known to grudging unease;

There comes south-westerly zip with loads of faith,

Born in the flame a rush of certitude;

On a secret will founded it brings the future

Present in wise and mighty elder’s bosom.

22 October 2024

“आशा एव पंखयुक्तं वस्तु” ।

आत्मायाः आशा नीलप्रभपक्षयुक्तं वस्तु,

आकाशस्य आवश्यकता नास्ति, यस्य काव्यस्य शब्दानां आवश्यकता नास्ति;

व्याकुलसमुद्रस्य उपरि प्रतिज्ञापक्षिणः उड्डयनम्,

अनिच्छया अस्वस्थतायाः कदापि न ज्ञाता आकांक्षा;

तत्र श्रद्धाभारैः सह नैर्ऋत्य-उत्साहः आगच्छति,

ज्वालायां जातः निश्चयस्य त्वरितम्;

गुप्तसंकल्पे आधारितं भविष्यं आनयति

वृद्धवक्षसि धीमान् महाबलेन च वर्तमानम् |

२२ अक्टोबर २०२४

“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.

Emily Dickinson

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314

And here comes chestnut-winged cuckoo of singing hope: