Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

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.

~ This poem is in the public domain.


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