My Poetry Anthology for Reals

Yes, yes, I know I just published a poem, but that is not really a part of the Anthology. Well, it kind of is, but it is not the Official Anthology Poem of the Moment. This is.

Hope is the Thing With Feathers, by Emily Dickinson (my relative! My very, very distant relative.):

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul,
And sings a tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gail is heard;
And sore be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Pretty, isn't it? If it is a little long.

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