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Monday, January 25, 2016

Monday Poem: Hope is the thing with feathers


Cedar waxwing in the snow


“Hope” is the thing with feathers 

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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