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.
–“Hope is the thing with feathers,”
Emily Dickinson
In the first two stanzas of her poem, Dickinson establishes an extended metaphor by comparing
sweetness and a gale.
hope and a bird in a storm.
something heard in a storm and warmth.
a tiny bird and warmth.
