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Sunday, April 5, 2015

Rewriting Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
Adapted from EMILY DICKINSON's poem of the same name

“Hope” is the thing with the feathers
That perches inside of your soul
It sings of the prospects of what is to come
Replacing the dreams hist’ry stole.

And yet it sings not in my being
It flew from its perch long ago
The bird that has kept oh so many hearts warm
Has left mine adrift in the snow.

The original:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)

“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. Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)
Today's prompt from "Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!" 

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