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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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  • Cindy Yeh (8/28/2007 8:44:00 PM)

    well, this is a place where people can express their thoughts onto the internet for all to see, jessica terry.
    and some people-like me, perhaps not you-like to read their thoughts, and we believe it is interesting to see other opinions of hope. for example, this 'william lee' says 'hope is poison' he agrees? why? aren't you curious at all? don't u want 2 no?
    so CHILL OUT jessica. its not for u to say wat others can say about this beautiful poem of hope
    and dont try to be 'cool' by saying just that. no. just, no. maybe u wont ever see this and wat im writing, but this IS a place to express urself, so let urself go, be free, and dont be trapped inside that little box of yours. u no how they say 'think outside the box'? exactly.
    well anyway.
    ♥ ♥ ♥ luv this poem lots. means a lot 2 me and is incredibly beautiful.
    cheers.
    cindy X] NM, US (Report) Reply

  • Jessica Rose (7/31/2007 2:00:00 AM)

    Yea hi um all them people who put big long answers about what hope is.... there was never a question.... just a really really cool poem.

    luv this poem luv emily dickinson.... why is there a need to write a big explaination bout that.

    lol

    luv ya

    jEsSi-GuRl (Report) Reply

  • William Lee (6/30/2007 10:03:00 AM)

    Maybe is my comment to the theme of this work. Hope can be a bird, invisible and untouchable. Who can find the evidence of its existence? No one. When we see hope, that is because of our nature to live virtually. Someone says hope is poison. I agree partly. We creat such a concept to prop our faith, while we sometimes pursuade ourselves not to give up something impossible. This is controvercial, I think. (Report) Reply

  • Naveed Akram (6/20/2007 3:23:00 PM)

    I can ever explain ‘hope’ myself, but she has made hope of our hope. It has feathers, and hope has evidently feathers! In other words it flies for yourself, and the gravity, the universal constant, has managed to sustain hope by aiding these feathers in subtle arrangement. What a saint gravity is! From the grave to the very issues of gravity, hope is mustered and contrived. Saints conjure it, but evil people have invented it from their minds. What does perch in the soul? Words do seem to work with the soul, just as hope seems to learn how to fly with feathers.
    A Gale is a desperation, and hope is the thing with feathers. Hyphenation is very apt for this high-powered talk. She has well defended her knowledge and understood it in entirety.
    I like the ‘strangest Sea’ being imagery for the entire poem as the poem falls apart never when it reaches the end, the farther extremities of the poem itself. Hope is certainly the thing with feathers! (Report) Reply

  • Cecilia Nicoletti (2/9/2007 10:27:00 AM)

    If hope it is a feathered thing and it will be aside for a moment only and will sing promises on our ears.Emily live on Hope and Faith.Credule as a child hopeless as and ancient. (Report) Reply

  • Clare Townsley (2/5/2007 5:57:00 AM)

    I was googling something with 'feathers' when this poem fluttered unexpectedly into my day. What a joyous image - hope with feathers, hope that can fly - perched in the soul and singing. Delightful! (Report) Reply

  • Robert Howard (11/9/2006 7:51:00 AM)

    I don't sense sadness here at all. I read it to say that hope gives in time of trial and never asks anything of the recipients. Mostly I just marvel at Emily's remarkably fresh use of the the English language and her unfailing perfection of rhythm. (Report) Reply

  • Gary Witt (9/26/2006 11:47:00 AM)

    'There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.' -George Eliot,1819-1880. (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Root (8/23/2006 8:34:00 PM)

    The feeling I got from reading this poem that hope was in her soul but the pain crushed her hope. I just felt sadness, reading this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Dorn (7/20/2006 9:38:00 PM)

    Interesting how Dickinson can take something so intangable and make you feel like you can reach out and touch it. A brilliant tribute to that inner quality which, when all else fails, it's all that we have left. (Report) Reply

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  • Debra Prigg (11/26/2004 1:15:00 PM)

    I chose this poem for my Grandmother's funeral eulogy, she was a special lady who brought much love and care to her family. Thanks for letting use this web site to locate the perfect words. (Report) Reply

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