A Poem

My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson so I have attempted to memorize a new poem of hers but with lamentable results. I have never been very good at remembering poetry so this was a challenge even without having chemotherapy issues! However I have read the poem many times and it is a lovely one.

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 sure must 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.