June 13, 2008

Hope Persists

When we were out walking a few nights ago we spotted this graffiti on the brand new half of a pillar support for a recently added extra set of train tracks. It's easy to see which portion of the pillar's the new one

but what's less obvious is how anyone would've been able to scrawl their message here. Since it seems as though someone has gone to a significant amount of trouble for this, I'm glad the message is a profound and positive one.

This is the best graffiti message I've seen since I spotted “refuse to be led” spray-painted on a fence further along the very same train line. Good advice; I was sorry to see it cleaned off. This current message brings an Emily Dickinson poem to mind.

Hope is the Thing with Feathers
(by 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.

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