(love/poetry):

my two most favourite poems:

The Rose Family

Robert Frost

The rose is a rose,

And was always a rose

But the theory now goes

That the apple's a rose, 

And the pear is, and so's

The plum, I suppose.

The dear only knows

What will next prove a rose. 

You, of course, are a rose-

But were always a rose. 

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

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,

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.