Poem of the Day: "Hope is the things with feathers"

[alexiscartwheel]

As promised, a poem for National Poetry Month. Emily Dickinson is a long-time favorite and I particularly like this poem. At one point in time it was actually the theme of my LJ layout. Enjoy!


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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[mysticalchild_isis]

I love that one.