Happy 2018 – Day 275 – “Hope” is the thing with feathers

Regular readers will know that I’m a huge fan of metaphors. And even more so when a bird gets thrown into the mix.

So when I came across this classic poem from Emily Dickinson, based upon the image of ‘hope’ as a bird…. I had to share.

The last line is particularly lovely I think. Hope it always there, wherever you are, whatever is happening… and it never asks for anything in return.

“Hope” is the thing with 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.