“Hope”
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.

It's difficult for me to choose just one poem because I adore poetry. Emily Dickinson is without a doubt, my favorite poet. Her poetry can be challenging at times, but the more I stuck with it and gained a better understanding of her mind and how she saw life, the more vast and beautiful her poetry became. I read several books about her life to help me understand some of the poems, But for the most part, her themes are universal. To me, her poetry is like diamonds, compressed elements, complicated with many facets yet clear and brilliant! Poem 1099. The poem also warmth and positivity still appeal to my gut. I still take a breather when I see the inverted commas around the word "hope."

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