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[ladyfire]

Hope is a Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without 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 keeps so many warm.

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Comments

[missilv]

Hmmmmmmmmmm, she's one of my favorite poets. :)

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[ladyfire]

Mine too :)

lovely...

[scottobear]

The trouble with E.D. is that you can read all of her poetry to 'the yellow rose of texas'.

re: Emily Dickenson

[jetson]

Emily is one of my favorite poets....too bad she had to walk into a lake, with rocks in her pockets and drown herself to her own demise...death...before her time...I guess poets can be a little wacked if you allow yourself to be, but back in those days, there was no mental health help, and suicide must have been her only way out of her life....it is just too sad....I wonder what great poems she would have written had she not decided her life was not worth living???