Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I've heard it in the chillest land -
And sore must be the storm -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
It asked a crumb - of me.
And on the strangest Sea -
And sings the tune without the words -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
That perches in the soul -
And never stops - at all -
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -