Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality. Emily Dickinson is now considered a powerful and persistent figure in American culture.

“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.

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About the alchemist

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. ~Rumi
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4 Responses to Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

  1. simon682 says:

    Hope works well in personification. I love this poem and also love a line from Gerard Manly Hopkins where he talks of hope growing grey hairs.

  2. socialbridge says:

    Thanks! A poem that is very, very close to my heart.

  3. One of my favorite poems 🙂

  4. A remembered fragment of a poem:

    “On seas of time and fragile circumstance,

    The future knows only that it will
 not
    reveal itself…”

    LOVE your site!

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