A WINTER POEM - 4 poems

In the depth of winter,
I finally learned
that there was within me
An invincible summer.
Camus
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Hope is the thing with feathers,
that perches on the soul-
and sings the tune
without the words
and never stops at all......
Emily Dickenson
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Look backward with gratitude
Look onward with hope
Look upward with confidence
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"Splendour in the Grass"
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

-- William Wordsworth