Hopeful
Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers”, and what it means
For when hope has shown up, even quietly.
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.
In plain words
Dickinson pictures hope as a small bird that lives inside you and sings a tune with no words, and doesn’t stop. It’s heard best in a gale, and it would take a terrible storm to shake it. The last stanza is the turn: she has heard it in the coldest country and on the strangest sea, and it never asked her for anything in return.
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Worth knowing
The whole poem is shown. This is the text as first printed in 1891, edited by two of her friends; later editions restore her own dashes and capitals, so you’ll see slightly different punctuation elsewhere.
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