Emily is my favorite of the poets. We write for many reasons. I relate to her work and writing style and her life and thoughts associated with the times. This is a favorite of mine.
“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.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-08-28 at 16:43
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"HOPE" Is The Thing Of Feathers By Emily Dickinson
“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.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-08-28 at 16:43
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