Hope is the Thing with Feathers

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Hope is the Thing with Feathers
Wynston Cooper, New Zealand Rock Wren, 2003
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.

Hope is the Thing with Feathers was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Sun, May 15, 2022

Dickinson's poem is featured in our collection, Poetry for the Well-Read Student.


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