Thursday, August 03, 2017

Poetry Friday: Hope is the thing with feathers


“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.

~~~~~

Donna has the round up at Mainely Write.

11 comments:

Christie Wyman said...

Oh how I love Emily Dickinson. Thank you for bringing a little "hope" today.

Mary Lee said...

This poem.

This line: "And never stops - at all -"

I had this poem memorized once. I need it back in the front of my brainfile.

Irene Latham said...

I love this reminder that hope is a gift there for all of us. Thank you. xo

Linda B said...

It's a poem that does not fail to touch us, Karen. Thanks for sending 'hope'!

tanita✿davis said...

Ah, Emily. This is one of those poems we memorized in school, and it was Hard, because we were Young but the words -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm


...has such deeper meaning now. Thanks for sharing this.

Jane @ www.raincitylibrarian.ca said...

So many are clinging tenuously to that thing with feathers these days.

Rebecca Herzog said...

So beautiful. This is one I should commit to memory. Many bird poems today.

Donna Smith said...

Now I need to see how many bird Poems we ha e today!
What a sweet, sweet hope!

Brenda Harsham said...

That bird can perch on my windowsill any day. A favorite poem, like a silk sweater to wear on a cold morning.

michelle kogan said...

Emily Dickinson is a favorite of mine as is this feathered poem of hope by her, thanks for sending it our way!

Karen Edmisten said...

Happy to be sharing hopeful thoughts with you all.