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Yana Kirilova
(10/15/2009 6:38:00 AM) |
Wonderful! So simple and so intense in one time...
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Digna Gomez
(9/19/2009 1:25:00 PM) |
bored ......................
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Carles Purba
(9/15/2009 11:31:00 PM) |
someone help me? ?
What feathers means in this poem? ? ty
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Areena Arora
(9/8/2009 4:36:00 AM) |
amazingly woven....very nice...
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Fiona Kennedy
(8/23/2009 5:42:00 PM) |
I felt very moved by this poem it's the first Dickinson poem I've read. Describes hope perfectly
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Ravi A
(8/7/2009 1:22:00 PM) |
In extreme reality, hope may leave us or we will rather lose hope. Hope is an expectaion of unrealized 'morrows. Whether hope leaves us into despair or shows happy dales, it is this hope which drives us to sustain in the sea of life where no real prediction is really possible. 'The title. Feathers tell volumes.
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Teresa Gregg
(7/25/2009 10:19:00 PM) |
ahhh..lovely, gentle, quiet hope.How simply shining...
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Sangnam Nam
(7/24/2009 7:46:00 AM) |
'perches in the soul
the hope
...' means? ? ? ?
strangest sea and
fate
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Cecil Gose
(7/22/2009 6:25:00 AM) |
In this world of today where terrorism becomes a habit, with economic and political crisis arises, the only thing that's left is HOPE!
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Louie Levy - Love & Peace
(6/30/2009 7:50:00 AM) |
To; Adam Sobh + curious readers.
This is the way I feel and sense of
Emily metaphors, her feelings, imagination and
with listening heart is how she needs to be read
'Hope' is the thing with Feathers
An emotion felt as 'feathers'
'That perches in the soul—' sings a tune- never stops'
At this point the feathers are not of a bird but
of a wish, (hope) that we hope we will never give up on from within (Soul)
Now in trance, she envisions the bird, her 'hopes'.
And sweetest—in the Gale
As life would be so pleasant and also cruel, so she writes;
'and sore must be the storm— (life)
That could abash the little Bird ' (Hope)
That kept so many warm— (birds) and gale) = pleasantness.
Her finale, is most brilliant of self insight
with metaphor to hold all readers captive and
self questioning. Remember? 'Hope[ being her feathered bird.
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
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Intuitively by;
Louie Levy
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