When the world feels dark bring a Torch Let the Torch be brightly lit Let it illuminate the darkest corners of Earth May Earth play its part and forever spin For a spinning Wheel gathers no more Covid And Covid will be killed by the Needle And through the eye of that very Needle Will Nature work her magic And bring us all a Spring to recall Life renewed in Hope For ‘Hope is the thing with Feathers … Which never stops at all.‘
VERSE – WHB: Dec.2018 . . . [ With acknowledgement to Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) ]
“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.
A delightful, short and simply expressed poem, which expands a metaphor into a delightfully positive view of the power of Hope in our lives. It remains with us through gale and storm, demanding nothing of us.
The preferred use by Emily Dickinson of dashes to punctuate her verses has been, more recently, commented on light-heartedly in a short poem of Wendy Cope’s . . .
Higgledy-piggledy Emily Dickinson Liked to use dashes Instead of full stops
Nowadays, faced with such Idiosyncrasy, Critics and editors Send for the cops.