
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops -at all-
Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Born to an Amherst Massachusetts family with deep Puritan roots, Dickinson was better known in her lifetime as a gardener and a baker than as a poet. Famously reclusive, she spent decades brooding on the mysteries of life and death, and became more and more preoccupied with the latter. A few of her poems were published in The Atlantic Monthly, but the vast majority of the more than 1,800 she wrote were not known to the public until after her death. A complete collection did not appear until the 1950’s.

One of my favorite Dickinson poems!
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Loved studying Emily Dickinson way back in the college days. I still have my Emily Dickinson poetry anthology from that course. Thanks for sharing this.
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Great walk back to walk forward thank you Greg she was quite a lady and poet! 🙂 Dave & Kim 🙂 Kim
HANNE TVETER – My Letter To The World – Emily Dickinson
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