Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

Read by Adrian A. (Terrassa, Spain)

Read by Marc G and Didac (Terrassa, Spain)

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Read by Raul R (Terrassa, Spain)

Read by Yağmur (iskenderun, Turkey)

Read by Gamze (İskenderun, Turkey)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all.

And the 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.

The morns are meeker than they were

Read by Achraf (Terrassa, Spain)

The morns are meeker than they were –

The daylight leaves in good time –

The cool breeze is our chauffer —

The leaves fall on a dime.

The fondness is familiar –

The Earth’s special redesign –

And as the world configures –

So too will I.

I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain

Read by Marwa and Angie (Terrassa, Spain)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

And Mourners to and fro

Kept treading - treading - till it seemed

That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,

A Service, like a Drum -

Kept beating - beating - till I thought

My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,

And Being, but an Ear,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,

And I dropped down, and down -

And hit a World, at every plunge,

And Finished knowing - then -

When I count the seeds

Read by Saray (Terrassa, Spain)

When I count the seeds

planted down there

to bloom like this, side by side;

when i examine people

how low does it lie

to get so high

when i think the garden

that mortals will not see

chance reaps its buds

and raffle this bee,

I can do without the summer, without complaint.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Read by Ibai (Terrassa, Spain)

Read by Zakaria (Terrassa, Spain)

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

Then there's a pair of us!

Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public – like a Frog –

To tell one's name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!

Success is counted sweetest

Read by Ana (Terrassa, Spain)

Success is counted sweetest

By those who ne'er succeed.

To comprehend a nectar

Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host

Who took the Flag today

Can tell the definition

So clear of victory

As he defeated – dying –

On whose forbidden ear

The distant strains of triumph

Burst agonized and clear!

"Nature" Is What We See

Read by Dani C (Terrassa, Spain)

Nature" is what we see—

The Hill—the Afternoon—

Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—

Nay—Nature is Heaven—

Nature is what we hear—

The Bobolink—the Sea—

Thunder—the Cricket—

Nay—Nature is Harmony—

Nature is what we know—

Yet have no art to say—

So impotent Our Wisdom is

To her Simplicity.

I taste a liquor never brewed (214)

Read by Ariadna G and Lucia R (Terrassa, Spain)

I taste a liquor never brewed –

From Tankards scooped in Pearl –

Not all the Frankfort Berries

Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air – am I –

And Debauchee of Dew –

Reeling – thro' endless summer days –

From inns of molten Blue –

When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee

Out of the Foxglove's door –

When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –

I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –

And Saints – to windows run –

To see the little Tippler

Leaning against the – Sun!

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

Read by Ainhoa R (Terrassa, Spain)

Read by Cana (İskenderun, Turkey)

Read by Sima (İskenderun, Turkey)

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching, → Aking

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

That this should feel the need of Death

Read by Alexia (Terrassa, Spain)

That this should feel the need of Death

The same as those that lived

Is such a Feat of Irony

As never was — achieved —

Not satisfied to ape the Great

In his simplicity

The small must die, as well as He —

Oh the Audacity —

Because I could not stop for Death

Read by Hatice (İskenderun, Turkey)

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –

The Dews drew quivering and Chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground –

The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity –

It might be lonelier

Read by Ulaş (İskenderun, Turkey)

Read by Meryem (İskenderun, Turkey)

It might be lonelier

Without the Loneliness—

I'm so accustomed to my Fate—

Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Would interrupt the Dark—

And crowd the little Room—

Too scant—by Cubits—to contain

The Sacrament—of Him—

I am not used to Hope—

It might intrude upon—

Its sweet parade—blaspheme the place—

Ordained to Suffering—

It might be easier

To fail—with Land in Sight—

Than gain—My Blue Peninsula—

To perish—of Delight—

I heard a Fly buzz - when I died

Read by Yaren (İskenderun, Turkey)

Read by İrem (NFK Secondary School, Turkey)

Read by Asel (Part 2) (NFK Secondary School, Turkey)

I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -

The Stillness in the Room

Was like the Stillness in the Air -

Between the Heaves of Storm -

The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -

And Breaths were gathering firm

For that last Onset - when the King

Be witnessed - in the Room -

I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away

What portion of me be

Assignable - and then it was

There interposed a Fly -

With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -

Between the light - and me -

And then the Windows failed - and then

I could not see to see –

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

Read by Ecrin (NFK Secondary School, Turkey)

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –

The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’

And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?

The Feet, mechanical, go round –

A Wooden way

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –

Regardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone –

This is the Hour of Lead –

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –

First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

Heart, we will forget him!

Read by Reyyan B. (NFK Secondary School, Turkey)

Heart, we will forget him!

You an I, tonight!

You may forget the warmth he gave,

I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me

That I my thoughts may dim;

Haste! lest while you're lagging.

I may remember him!

Sunset at Night

Read by Claudia (I.C. Strambino, Italy)

Sunset at Night - is natural -

But Sunset on the Dawn

Reverses Nature - Master -

So Midnight's - due - at Noon -

Eclipses be - predicted -

And Science bows them in -

But do One face us suddenly -

Jehovah's Watch - is wrong -

Wild nights - Wild nights!

Read by Reyyan (NFK Secondary School, Turkey)

Wild nights - Wild nights!

Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

Futile - the winds -

To a Heart in port -

Done with the Compass -

Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -

Ah - the Sea!

Might I but moor - tonight -

In thee!

I started Early — Took my Dog,

Read by Sonila, Apostolia and Elpida (Greece)

I started Early – Took my Dog –

And visited the Sea –

The Mermaids in the Basement

Came out to look at me –

And Frigates – in the Upper Floor

Extended Hempen Hands –

Presuming Me to be a Mouse –

Aground – opon the Sands –

But no Man moved Me – till the Tide

Went past my simple Shoe –

And past my Apron – and my Belt

And past my Boddice – too –

And made as He would eat me up –

As wholly as a Dew

Opon a Dandelion's Sleeve –

And then – I started – too –

And He – He followed – close behind –

I felt His Silver Heel

Opon my Ancle – Then My Shoes

Would overflow with Pearl –

Until We met the Solid Town –

No One He seemed to know –

And bowing – with a Mighty look –

At me – The Sea withdrew –

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