April 12, 2009

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

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Let the delightful words of this beautiful poem,
charm and inspire your busy day.

--Description: 19th C., Dickinson E., Hope, Life--

"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.

--Did You Know: By all accounts, young Emily was a well-behaved girl. On an extended visit to Monson when she was two, Emily's Aunt Lavinia described Emily as "perfectly well & contented—She is a very good child & but little trouble." Emily's aunt also noted the girl's affinity for music and her particular talent for the piano, which she called "the moosic".

--Word of the Day
: Pandora's Box (pan-DOR-uhz boks), noun
Meaning: A source of many unforeseen troubles.
Example: "Many midwives avoid asking difficult questions, says Stanley, 'because they know that if they open the Pandora's box, they simply will not have the resources to offer the support that the woman will need.'"
(Lucy Atkins; I Felt Completely Out of Control; The Guardian (London,UK);
Jan 29, 2008.)

--Quote of the Day: Hope, like the gleaming taper’s light,
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
(Oliver Goldsmith)

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Seth on July 6, 2009 at 1:51 AM said...

Emily Dickinson, perhaps my fav femme poet, and "Hope..." has always been high on my top ten list. The poem, deceiving by its size, a giant in beauty, and power.This verse < And sore must be the storm—>,to me, carries the weight, for in its contrast, its imagery of a powerful storm being sore, after struggling with a small bird {Hope}, it lifts up the presence of Hope, where ever she is to be found, to unimaginable heights...And remind us that there is no storm strong enough against her!
Needless to say, you can tell how much I enjoyed crossing paths again, with this poem; especially in times, when Hope herself, seems to be put to the test...
Thanks for reminding me of all her attributes, Emily!
And thank U for quenching my thirst, with your tea! = )

V. Mahfood on July 6, 2009 at 11:42 AM said...

Seth: You are extremely insightful in unraveling the beauty and meaning of Dickinson's words. This is a wonderful poem to put hope back in the world and our hearts. Thank you.

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