A remarkable poet. Dickinson’s poetry was heavily influenced by the metaphysical poets of seventeenth-century England. Hope is something that we need to have in these times when extremity and evil exists. Hope is not selfish even during difficult times, it endures extremity, like Emily puts it well in this poem.
‘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.