• L’Etoile, or The Star Dancer on Stage; Edgar Degas. 

    This might just be my favorite Degas. She looks like a bird, about to fly away.


    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.

    -Emily Dickinson

    March 20 – 7 Notes
    #emily dickinson
    #edgar degas
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      Ahhhh… Degas and this poem. I love it.
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      L’espoir, l’oiseau, l’étoile !
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