Today, in honor of National Poetry Month, I’m posting a verse by American poet Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886. She was extremely prolific, penning almost 1800 mostly short but inspiring verses. However, less than a dozen were published during her short lifetime; the rest were discovered by her sister after she died.
Hope Is A Strange Invention
Hope is a strange invention —
A Patent of the Heart —
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out —
Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own —
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Loved this – and was expecting “hope is that thing with feathers” or something like that when I saw the title – but this was nice and new to me
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Evidently she wrote two takes on the subject. I didn’t know about this one, either, until I did a search for her poems today. Thanks for your comment.
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Have a nice day
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I love this and new to me too.
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Glad you enjoyed it. It was new to me, too, but I like it.
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Dickinson is one of my top favorite poets.
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Although these older poets’ works are so easily found online, we’re so into “new and now” and I think it doesn’t hurt to refresh our memories — and for younger readers to discover old treasures.
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