'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.
It is said that intellegent people speak words that are simple, well understood, and a clean thought....
I LOVE HER POEM 'I FELT A FUNERAL IN MY BRAIN' AND ''I FELT A CLEAVAGE IN MY MIND' MUCH.
The simplicity of your language and the depth of your message intertwine effortlessly, inviting readers to contemplate the enduring nature of hope and its ability to endure in the most trying circumstances.
Your portrayal of hope as a bird that withstands the fiercest storms, remaining steadfast even in the face of adversity, is both poignant and uplifting.
I like the words of this poem and want to understand its meaning.
The first stanza is not just the prelude but the core of this great poem!
a most beautiful poem Emily..thank you.. :)