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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
Poems by Emily Dickinson : 346 / 1232
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers - Poem 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.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 15, 2015
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books in hell are small, blank, metal and hot. there is no knowledge at all in that place. in heaven there are books and records galore and there is no end to them...: D (Report) Reply
In Hope the poetess feeds us crumbs but ah so tasty. (Report) Reply
That the very first line'hope is a thing with feathers'. (Report) Reply
ترجمة بليغ حمدي لهذا النـصِّ الشعـريِّ
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مُقِـيْـمٌ على دوْحَـةِ الـرُّوحِ طيْـرٌ دائِـمُ الشَّــدْوِ هُــوَ الأمَـلُ
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يبُـثُّ اللحْـنَ مِن غيـرِ حَـرْفِ مَا كَـلَّ يَوْماً وَلا مَسَّــهُ المَـللُ
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مَا ازدَادَت الـرِّيـحُ عَـصْـفــاً بـأيْـكِــهِ
إلا زادَهَـا طيْـرُ الأمَـالِ عَــزْفـاً مَـا لِـرَوْعَـةِ عُـذُوبـتِهِ مَـثَـلُ
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وَيْحَ رِيْحٍ غَشُومٍ جَهِلَتْ عَلى فرْخِ طيْرٍ
كـمْ أدْفـأَ جـرْحَ اليائـسِـينَ فـإذا الـجَـرْحُ مِـن شــدْوِهِ يَـنـدَمِـلُ
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بأرْضِ الزمْهَـرِيـرِ وبالبحْـرِ اللجّـيِّ قد سَمِعْـتُ شـدْوَهُ يَنهَمِلُ
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بَـذْلاً مِنهُ عـنْ طِيـبِ نفــسٍ لـمْ يَستجْـدِ أجْـرَاً لِـقـاءَ مَا يَنْـبَـذِلُ
◘♫◘ ترجمة بـلـيْـغ حـمْـدي ◘♫◘ (Report) Reply
ترجمة بليغ حمدي لهذا النـصِّ الشعـريِّ
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مُقِـيْـمٌ على دوْحَـةِ الـرُّوحِ طيْـرٌ دائِـمُ الشَّــدْوِ هُــوَ الأمَـلُ
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يبُـثُّ اللحْـنَ مِن غيـرِ حَـرْفِ مَا كَـلَّ يَوْماً وَلا مَسَّــهُ المَـللُ
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مَا ازدَادَت الـرِّيـحُ عَـصْـفــاً بـأيْـكِــهِ
إلا زادَهَـا طيْـرُ الأمَـالِ عَــزْفـاً مَـا لِـرَوْعَـةِ عُـذُوبـتِهِ مَـثَـلُ
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وَيْحَ رِيْحٍ غَشُومٍ جَهِلَتْ عَلى فرْخِ طيْرٍ
كـمْ أدْفـأَ جـرْحَ اليائـسِـينَ فـإذا الـجَـرْحُ مِـن شــدْوِهِ يَـنـدَمِـلُ
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بأرْضِ الزمْهَـرِيـرِ وبالبحْـرِ اللجّـيِّ قد سَمِعْـتُ شـدْوَهُ يَنهَمِلُ
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بَـذْلاً مِنهُ عـنْ طِيـبِ نفــسٍ لـمْ يَستجْـدِ أجْـرَاً لِـقـاءَ مَا يَنْـبَـذِلُ
◘♫◘ ترجمة بـلـيْـغ حـمْـدي ◘♫◘ (Report) Reply
when do we stop reading in heaven or hell? for us to continually cherish the earth is to keep the hope of reading alive (Report) Reply
nice poem.i like it.it is good (Report) Reply
True. Beautiful poem.............. (Report) Reply
this is so good. peace (Report) Reply
She is comparing hope with a bird.Hope provides us with required zest for life.Hope, like bird song, is non-verbal,
even non-verbal reasoning(in tune) .Have hope, have confidence, victory will be yours. Good personnel counselling, It never stops singing.Never stop hoping, a good counsel.Hope perches in the soul, she says. More disadvantageous is the life situation, gale and strom for the bird, sweetest sing th e hope-bird.she says.But never demands anything in return. One can keep on hoping without spending time, energy and money.
It is good advice.For rich people life is sometimes disadvantageous.For poor, it becomes irreversibly bad and hope against hope. (Report) Reply
Hope... Good piece of poetry. Well done! Sylva. (Report) Reply
Nice poem, thanks for sharing so much (Report) Reply
beautiful poem...love your writing (Report) Reply
tom allport
let's hope never goes away (Report) Reply
Hope in its extremities never asks anything of us - except that we 'hope'. Beautifully written poem with the traditional quatrain [abab] rhyme. (Report) Reply
Really beautiful poetry
WOWWWW well said :) (Report) Reply
She is a deep poet
This poem is just a few of the poems I get to read of her, but I already love her craft. (Report) Reply
How lovely the poet has crafted it.. a hopeful mind we should have but never in extremity....true..like this poem a lot- 10 (Report) Reply
Add a comment. This poem is succintly gracious. a dear soaring reality! (Report) Reply
A wonderful poem of hope.....inspiring and moving! (Report) Reply