Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers - Poem by 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.

Form: Sonnet


Comments about Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson

  • Freshman - 969 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/23/2015 9:49:00 PM)

    That is why it is called hope because it can make you do things so as to get satisfactory output.
    Oh my Emily. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,213 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/23/2015 5:40:00 PM)

    Hope does indeed fly away and cause hopelessnes but thank God it also fly toward us to bring hopefullness. A thought provocative poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anthony Maery (5/18/2015 10:15:00 AM)

    Very beautiful poem!! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie noopur soni (5/17/2015 9:49:00 PM)

    Good (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 58 Points Anthony Devers (4/28/2015 3:34:00 PM)

    Simple, lyrical, precise and profound. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Balash Salamatbakhsh (3/26/2015 10:26:00 PM)

    One of the Iranian scholars named her daughter of Molana (Rumi) . I also like to share a short poem that I wrote as a tribute to Emily Dickinson:
    I see you through your verses, when you stir alone.
    I found a way to acknowledge you,
    when your soul selects her own society
    the wind confirms you
    the trees, the earth, the tears
    and the people's awakening confirms you.
    why I am searching you, if you are everywhere? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/16/2015 9:00:00 PM)

    Hope' is the thing with feathers—
    That perches in the soul—
    And sings the tune without the words—
    And never stops—at all— that's why I say- till there is sun shall not dew parish ....superb (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 174 Points Daniela Mercelina (3/11/2015 5:39:00 AM)

    beautiful short poem about hope! ! ``And sings the tune without the words—`` perfectly described Love that part! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 29,242 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/10/2015 6:09:00 AM)

    I likes this poem and that is about hope. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Hallie Gee (2/24/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    I love this poem! It is so eloquent, and yet so simple. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 25 Points Jinal Oswal (1/19/2015 2:28:00 AM)

    Hope- a secret wish of what we want. Wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 198 Points Lakshmi S Bose (1/12/2015 12:56:00 AM)

    nice poem about hope (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,010 Points Nishi Kumari (1/1/2015 7:43:00 AM)

    hope is the inspiration in the heart which keeps it beating even when the body dies..... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,010 Points Nishi Kumari (1/1/2015 7:43:00 AM)

    hope is the inspiration in the heart which keeps it beating even when the body dies..... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 837 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (12/4/2014 11:20:00 AM)

    Hope is much more than that
    A thing with feathers that flies
    When the going gets dismal and rough
    It becomes our guiding star of dark skies........ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 39 Points Takondwa Hauya (11/14/2014 12:25:00 AM)

    My favourite poem of all times... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 60 Points Sharvali Shinde (11/3/2014 8:33:00 AM)

    Yep, our hopes should be like nails & hairs.....no matter how many times they get cut......they don't stop growing! ! ! ! They provide great insight to do, to be something in life. Really a wonderful write........... :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Emina Kemem (10/19/2014 10:35:00 PM)

    I truly love this poem and it makes me move.... it inspires me (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 946 Points Giorgio Veneto (9/17/2014 5:19:00 PM)

    The poetess composes a Quatorzain here -one of her favored metrical forms- because she combines each two consecutive lines to one. For example - And sings the tune without the words -
    And never stops - at all - A beautiful Iambic heptameter - Quatorzain - for the experienced reader. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 946 Points Giorgio Veneto (9/17/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    The poetess composes a Quatorzain here -one of her favored metrical forms- because she combines each two consecutive lines to one. For example - And sings the tune without the words—
    And never stops—at all— A beautiful Iambic heptameter - Quatorzain - for the experienced reader. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, April 6, 2015


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