Hope

My brother-in-law asked me the other night what I knew about

Emily Dickinson, and I said the only

thing I knew about her was her poem 

"Hope is a thing with feathers..."

I have loved this poem since I first heard it. 

"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." 

Emily Dickinson 

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