Hope Is The Thing With Feathers Poem by Emily Dickinson

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

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'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.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 27 September 2012

a most beautiful poem Emily..thank you.. :)

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Muna Jafar 29 February 2012

beautifull.....! ! ! So simple but also so deep.... [3

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Amena MEHMOOD 22 April 2012

It is said that intellegent people speak words that are simple, well understood, and a clean thought....

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June Walker 27 June 2012

I love this poem. Simple direct profound.

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Neeraj Bhatt 09 October 2011

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

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Neil M U Phelps 07 July 2022

Beautiful (exiquisitely}, and TRULY life-enhancing! ! !

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Sahil Sharifdin Bhat 29 June 2022

A beautiful poem

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HI 24 March 2022

rats

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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