Poems of Old // Hope is the Thing with Feathers

This week’s poem is by the inspiring Emily Dickinson (1830-1886). It is believed to have been written during the first year of the Civil War and published three decades later. Below you can read her clever way with words in “Hope is the Thing with Feathers.”

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Hope is the things with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without 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, 1861

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What do you think of this poem?

Don’t you just love Dickinson’s pleasant phrasing?

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Megan Joy

 

 

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