Nineteenth century

Emily Dickinson

1830–1886

Poet of the dashes

She published almost nothing in her lifetime and kept the poems in fascicles. Hope as a feathered thing is not cheer. It is a small animal that does not leave, which is a stranger claim.

In the canon

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.Poem 314
Tell all the truth but tell it slant.Poem 1263

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