Monday, April 25, 2011

“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers

For my english class I have to find a poem to write a paper on. I found this poem by Emily Dickinson titled "Hope" is the Thing with Feathers. I chose this poem because my "Hope" is this baby which I have lovingly referred to as little birdie. The storm in the poem is my Brinley love who came and went so quickly in my life. For me Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in my soul. I will be posting my paper here after I get it written.

Enjoy!

 “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.



Also I will be posting my paper here after I get it written.

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