Poetry Thursday

A friend of mine was telling me about this poem a couple of weeks ago so I could not wait to find it for you. I have a confession when I was younger I was turned off by Emily Dickinson's sonnets and I never gave her poetry a fair chance. I am sorry now after finding her shorter poems. I can now see that I was very wrong. I am going to post a few of her poems this month because I am discovering her with new eyes and ears. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy her poetry with me. Today's poem is Hope is the thing with feathers.

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)

By Emily Dickinson 1830–1886 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.

I hope your day is filled with inspiration, love, and laughter. Be well my friends.