Hope
Emily Dickinson · Second Series (1891), Life, VI · from Selected Poems (Annotated), Blacksmith & Witches Classics, Volume 11
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.
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Selected Poems (Annotated) — 130 poems from the first editions of 1890, 1891 and 1896, in the first editions’ own order — Life, Love, Nature, Time and Eternity — printed in the first editions’ regularised texts, and saying so plainly. With an original introduction (“The Room and the Drawer — A Working Musician Reads Dickinson”), a note on the texts, a note before each section, a short life of the poet with chronology, and a reading guide by Dima Grossman.
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