“pakosîthimowin” ana kâ-mîkwaniwit
“pakosîthimowin” ana kâ-mîkwaniwit
kâ-akosît ahcahkohk
ikwa mosci-nikamow
ikwa nama wîhkâc kipihcîw
ikwa mithohtâkosiw kîstinihk
ikwa îtokî kîstin kisowâhikow
îkâ î-kî-nîpîwihât pithîsîsa
kâ-kîsowâhâthit mihcît awiya
nikî-pîhtawâw ita kâ-kisinâk askiy
ikwa mâmaskâci-kihcikamihk
mâka nama wîhkâc
kîkway ninitotamâk
“ᐸᑯᓰᖨᒧᐏᐣ” ᐊᓇ ᑳ ᒦᑿᓂᐏᐟ
“ᐸᑯᓰᖨᒧᐏᐣ” ᐊᓇ ᑳ ᒦᑿᓂᐏᐟ
ᑳ ᐊᑯᓰᐟ ᐊᐦᒐᐦᑯᕽ
ᐃᑿ ᒧᐢᒋ ᓂᑲᒧᐤ
ᐃᑿ ᓇᒪ ᐑᐦᑳᐨ ᑭᐱᐦᒌᐤ
ᐃᑿ ᒥᖪᐦᑖᑯᓯᐤ ᑮᐢᑎᓂᕽ
ᐃᑿ ᐄᑐᑮ ᑮᐢᑎᐣ ᑭᓱᐚᐦᐃᑯᐤ
ᐄᑳ ᐄ ᑮ ᓃᐲᐏᐦᐋᐟ ᐱᖩᓰᓴ
ᑳ ᑮᓱᐚᐦᐋᖨᐟ ᒥᐦᒌᐟ ᐊᐏᔭ
ᓂᑮ ᐲᐦᑕᐚᐤ ᐃᑕ ᑳ ᑭᓯᓈᐠ ᐊᐢᑭᐩ
ᐃᑿ ᒫᒪᐢᑳᒋ ᑭᐦᒋᑲᒥᕽ
ᒫᑲ ᓇᒪ ᐑᐦᑳᐨ
ᑮᑿᐩ ᓂᓂᑐᑕᒫᐠ
“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.
