POEM OF THE DAY

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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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—
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.

Monday, January 13, 2003
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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