April 22, 2023 - 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!
Hope
Hope is the thing
with feathers
that perches in the soul
And sings
of spring
Hope is the thing
with feathers
that perches in the soul
And sings
of spring
A tune without words
never stops
it's sweetest in the gale
overpowering the breezes
carried onward
It must be heard
it is the storm
that chases the snow
away
the little bird
that kept so many
hearts hopeful and warm
in the chilliest land
on the strangest sea
never giving up
it asked a thing of me
Listen
as I sing
of spring
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