Emily Dickinson's poems in translation/Polish/Hope is the Thing with Feathers/Franklin's editions

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Franklin's first edition of the poem[edit]

“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. [1]

Franklin's second edition of the poem[edit]

“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. [2]

Source[edit]

  1. https://tspace.library.utoronto.ca/html/1807/4350/poem633.html
  2. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171619