“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.
“Hope” Is The Thing With Feathers is one of the best known of Emily Dickinson’s poems (written in 1862). An extended metaphor, it likens the concept of hope to a feathered bird that is permanently perched in the soul of every human.
Full of figurative language, this poem is an extended metaphor, transforming hope into a bird (the poet loved birds) that is ever present in the human soul. It sings, especially when times get tough. Hope springs eternal, might be a reasonable summing up.
Obtained from https://www.ccvichapel.org/post/_hope
On the header, photo by Jeffrey Hamilton on Unsplash.
Thanks so much, Sisters, for dearest Emily Dickinson, and for the sage exposition of the poem.
Thomas, we appreciate you reading our posts and sharing your thoughts with us.