Friday Poetry: Emily Dickinson

Hello!

I hope everyone has some good plans for the weekend.

The poem I have chosen this week really struck me when I read it so I thought I would share it.

'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers

'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

Happy Reading

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