Poetry project ...

For April's CMU class, possibly use two Dickinson poems together.

"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.
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Theres a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresse, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes--

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us--
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are--

None may teach it - Any--
'Tis the Seal Despair--
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air--

When it comes, the Landscape listens--
Shadow - hold their breath--
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death--