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Wildan Fauzi
(5/16/2009 11:16:00 PM) |
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
so lovely
deep
and powerful
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Taylor Scherer
(5/1/2009 9:19:00 PM) |
Hope is the term and soul is the definition to this brilliant poem
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nothing over
(4/27/2009 11:20:00 PM) |
Great poem, check out my poems too
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Adam Sobh
(4/10/2009 11:50:00 AM) |
I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful.
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Han Bin Kim
(4/3/2009 7:44:00 PM) |
This is such a beautiful poem! I am guessing that this poem actually does not have a title, and the first sentence just became the title. Am I right?
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Issa H
(2/22/2009 10:05:00 AM) |
The tite says it all mainly,1st it says that the feather is light which helps bird fly easily and makes everything easy on us 2nd its warm it keeps us safe and warm in cold places. This poem about hope is one of the best poems I've heard by Emily Dickinson! ! ! ! !
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Rita Shay
(2/2/2009 4:47:00 PM) |
I always think of a bird getting up and flapping its wings when I read this, it gives me hope. I love her descriptions.
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Elbert Matt Loubser
(12/17/2008 3:14:00 AM) |
Hope does not expect anything from us yet it gives its all at the hardest of times. Hope is indeed selfless.
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Kay Mohamed
(12/13/2008 8:56:00 AM) |
The title of this poem has much to say about hope. 'Hope' is the thing with feathers- you can see it, its there but its got these feathers, so at any moment it could take off and fly. Whether it returns or not who knows. You can try your best to catch it and hold on to all that it stands for, but there is always that chance it will slip away!
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Danzen D.
(12/3/2008 6:03:00 AM) |
Hope, the thing with light flurry feathers, is the thing that always seems so common in our usual life routine. But even if we ignore it, it keeps singing, staying there for you. In the storm, the loud thunders, the blinding lightnings, the deafening thud of the rain, you could barely hear the still sweet tune of the humming Hope. But if you listen more clearly and pay more attention to it, it will give you one of the most heart-warming, touching, songs you ever heard and through that you will forget the storm has abated. It also shows that no matter how far and how weird situations may be, there is always the thing with feathers that keeps on singing to help you find a solution to any problem.
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