Poem of the Week: Hope by Emily Dickinson

16 March 2012

I stumbled upon this poem rather accidentally a few days ago and fell head over heels in love with it. Short and sweet, but overflowing with beauty and truth — that's my type of poem. :)

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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.

How clever to think of hope as a little songbird, singing brightly and yet not asking a crumb of anyone. "And sweetest in the gale is heard" — even in the midst of a storm, hope grows brighter yet. We as Believers can know the joy of true hope: hope that is founded in the knowledge of Christ Jesus and faith that He will remain with us no matter what trials we face in this world.
"For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it." — Romans 8:24-25

7 epistles:

  1. Oh- I adore this poem! I was reading it as my "Drift Offf To Sleep Reading" just the other night! Emily Dickinson has a way with words that thrills to the core.

  2. What a sweet poem! I have to say that Emily Dickinson is probably my favorite female poet. :)

  3. This is such a beautiful poem, so sweetly and poetically written! Yes, HE is our Hope, a sure Anchor of the soul in midst of storm. Thank you for sharing.

  4. This is lovely!!! <3 <3
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  5. I think you're an wonderful, refreshing person. I also am homeschooled, and it's nice to see another one out there. Oh, and I follow Living on Literary Lane :)

  6. I need to read more Emily Dickinson. :)

  7. This was beautiful! I don't like all of Dickinson's poetry, but I liked this. I'm quite a bit of an optimist, when I want to be (when I'm not worrying, I should say), and I love thinking about the "bright side," and hoping for those glorious things -- like Heaven. Because life is dark enough.

    Liz B


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