What's your favorite poem? Why?

In this moment: Hope by Emily Dickinson. As I read today's newspaper during my lunch break, the image of  "Hope is the thing with feathers..." by Jerrod Smith caught my eye. The drawing depicts wings on the back of real (read: she has hips) woman; and inspired me to reread Emily Dickinson's poem, Hope: Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul, / And sings the tune--without the words, / And never stops at all ...

Living with chronic pain and the adventures of coping and making adjustments demanded by it (and the countless words of well-meaning (?) "advice" of others — like the person I met this morning ::sigh::) — includes its share of days like today: Cloudy, misty ones when the Light of Hope seems so far, far away.

The image by Jerrod Smith, which led me to the words of Dickinson, and the ponderance of the liberty I have to live my life, make my choices — and dance and cry and sigh if I want to (!) empowers me — refuels my mental engine so as to lift this mere mortal body back to today's tasks of my dream job and theoutrageous joy of the moment — this moment — which, like the bird's tune, never stops at all!

~Psalm 28:7