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Emily Dickinson: “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.
From The Poems of Emily Dickinson. Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)
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Nice.🌸
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Glad that worked for Emily. My mother would have to be 104 to see the Cubs win again. Today a poem rejected 10 times found a home in an anthology coming out in February. Hope is not a thing with feathers, it is an animal with muscle.
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“Hope is not a thing with feathers, it is an animal with muscle.” HA! Very quotable.
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