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

  • Veteran Poet - 1,516 Points Kinyua Karanja (7/9/2015 4:45:00 AM)

    I like the way hope is personified And sings the tune without the words (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Segun Amos (7/2/2015 2:40:00 AM)

    Wow poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Hardy Xu (6/19/2015 7:03:00 AM)

    THE feeling of reading this poem in English and in Chinese is really differemt. Actually, I want to read the original.I won't tell you that my English doesn't allow me to. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 49,999 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/18/2015 2:34:00 AM)

    Hope flies like Angels...when combined with Faith (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ally Mouldenhauer (6/4/2015 3:33:00 PM)

    poop poop poop poop poop poop (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,546 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

  • Gold Star - 5,760 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 - 63 Points Anthony Devers (4/28/2015 3:34:00 PM)

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

  • Rookie - 17 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 - 198 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 - 31,888 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 - 31 Points Jinal Oswal (1/19/2015 2:28:00 AM)

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

  • Rookie - 215 Points Lakshmi S Bose (1/12/2015 12:56:00 AM)

    nice poem about hope (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,108 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 - 2,108 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 - 992 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

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, April 6, 2015


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