Weekly poem

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) by Emily Dickinson

Kicking off this year’s poem-learning with a shorter one I came across today when browsing the blogosphere.  “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 –… Continue reading “Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) by Emily Dickinson