Emily Dickinson

Emily is one of my favorite poets. I read this poem a long time ago, and absolutely fell in love with it:

Hope is the thing...

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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

I love it. Especially the last two lines.

I've never heard that poem before, but I love it! It's simple, yet so powerful and accurate. I have never been a huge poetry fan myself, but after reading this I might go and look up some more of her work.

I'm kind of late, but I quite like this poem I'm not really into poems I have to confess...