Hope is the thing with feathers Analysis

What do you think of when you hear the word "ballad"? Rock stadiums? Teased hair? Pained expressions on singers' faces? You do if you're like us—hopelessly stuck in the '80s. But before the likes...

Zig Ziglar. Tony Robbins. Emily Dickinson? We admit: we have a hard time imagining quiet little Emily with a headset mic on a stage, busting out the latest secrets to wealth, success, and personal...

For all you math fans out there, here's an equation that this poem throws at us: bird = hope. What? We never said it was a complex equation. More accurately, and to put it in poetry terms, this is...

When a bird is taking center stage in a poem, you better perk up your ears. Not only is that little sucker singing all day and all night, but Dickinson is helping him make music with a host of soun...

A-ha—trick question. You should be asking "Where's Up with the Title?"—only, you know, that question actually makes no sense. It wouldn't have made sense to Emily Dickinson, either, because she...

When people think of Emily Dickinson, they tend to think of her shut up in her room, writing poems in her own unique format. The shut-in image is probably overblown, but there's no denying a Dickin...

Aside from the awkward dashes and the occasional nineteenth-century vocabulary word, this poem is a stroll in a park—a park filled with a nonstop singing bird, that is.

In her only year attending Mount Holyoke Female Seminary, Dickinson wound up classified in the "those without hope" category of students. That… sounds bad. And ironic, right? (Source.) Emily's f...

This one's just about a (metaphorical) bird, not the birds and the bees.