Tuesday Poem-Hope 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.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson’s poems are in the public domain. ‘Hope’ is much known and loved but I like the idea of helping to spread hope on the internet.

‘Hope’ is poem number six in the second series of Emily’s poetry,  edited in 1891 by two of her friends, MABEL LOOMIS TODD and T.W. HIGGINSON. To read the preface, which gives a great insight into Emily’s writing go here.

Enjoy your week and if you haven’t already done so please visit the Tuesday Poem Blog and read the selections of other Tuesday Poets. Rethabile is our Hub Page editor today with an interesting choice which is much more than it seems.

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