Poem: Hope Is The Thing With Feathers (By Emily Dickinson)

Where would we be without hope? Hope often reveals itself in subtle ways - so subtle that it can sometimes be overlooked. In this brief and beautiful poem, Emily Dickinson reminds us that the resilient song we carry within us can provide hope without any effort on our part other than pausing to listen. I hope that you enjoy this reading of a poem that has brought comfort and strength to my heart for many years.

Transcript

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.