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.

A poem by Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

26 thoughts on “Hope is the thing with feathers…

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  2. I remember teaching this poem to a high school English lit classes during my student teaching. My mentor pointed out that most poems by Emily Dickinson could be sung to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas,” so I brought my guitar and we all sang it and other Dickinson poems with gusto. Pretty sure it’s never been “taught” like that… not at all sure Emily would have liked it … 🤨 But the kids had fun. 😏

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    • That’s the most important thing, that they had fun.
      Also, a very memorable occasion.
      PS, Have you ever watched When Calls The Heart on Netflix? I enjoy it. Google it, we could do with more Elizabeth Thatchers.
      Jack Thornton too!

      My Dad loved that song and we used to watch Sam Elliot star in it. This will sound somewhat juvenile, but he is indeed Yummy!

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