Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

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"Hope" is the thing with feathers


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"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
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  • Salema Khatun (1/9/2012 7:40:00 AM)

    this is a fantastic poem..i like it wholeheartedly....i enjoyed the poem reading it...readers can enjoy my two poems only...an idea of an idea (Report) Reply

  • Neeraj Bhatt (10/9/2011 9:17:00 AM)

    I LOVE HER POEM 'I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN' AND ''I FELT A CLEAVAGE IN MY MIND' MUCH. (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (9/1/2011 5:54:00 AM)

    Hope carried on the wing of a bird that nests in the warmth of the soul...beautiful (Report) Reply

  • Glenn Baker (3/9/2011 11:47:00 AM)

    This shy untravelled woman could plumb the truth in a few perfectly chosen phrases. I place her on a high pedestal and bow before her amazing gift. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Colton (3/3/2010 11:59:00 PM)

    Hope has feathers, meaning it can be elusive. Some feel this poem only from this perspective or from like personal experiences with hope and its inherent flight potential. They take those experiences and allow it to color their interpretation of the poem. There is nothing wrong with this. Poems cause us to 'sing the tune without the words' and pull from personal experiences. However, focusing strictly on the feathers, rich meaning can be missed: Hope cannot be put into words, we only know the way it makes us feel and it is relentless and persistent. Hope perches in the soul and may seem as if it could fly at any time but is anchored deeper than we think. So deep, in fact, that it can suprisingly withstand the Gales and sore storm. So deep that it keeps many warm with its song in the face of these storms. The amazing thing about hope is we see it even in the devastation of Haiti and Chile. What else do those good people have? We offer hope in our donations. The amazing thing is hope would perch, sing and persist in the human soul in many cases even if help did not come immediately. It requires 'no crumb' but is an inherent part of the human soul that will eternally be found in most of us and in the most extreme circumstances. Dickinson defined hope perfectly using this bird metaphor but most importantly she inspires the very thing she describes. (Report) Reply

  • Fiona Kennedy (8/23/2009 5:42:00 PM)

    I felt very moved by this poem it's the first Dickinson poem I've read. Describes hope perfectly (Report) Reply

  • Ravi A (8/7/2009 1:22:00 PM)

    In extreme reality, hope may leave us or we will rather lose hope. Hope is an expectaion of unrealized 'morrows. Whether hope leaves us into despair or shows happy dales, it is this hope which drives us to sustain in the sea of life where no real prediction is really possible. 'The title. Feathers tell volumes. (Report) Reply

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