LibriVox volunteers bring you 16 recordings of:
“Hope” by Emily Dickinson
This was the weekly poetry project for November 17th to November 24th, 2013.
My recording of this week’s poem has a running time of 57s
You can listen to it now, by clicking the following play button;
The entire project, featuring all 16 readers of this week’s poem, is also available at this link.
The zip file size is 6MB with a total running time of 13m 19s.
All the files contained inside the zip are mp3, all with a bitrate of 64kb.
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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.