Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 2, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Hope is the Thing with Feathers

by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886).

 

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

 

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;                       5

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;                                     10

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me. 

 

Notes:

http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/hope.html

http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/155

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