“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.

sara asked what does it mean, hope is the thing with feathers? i said, it's emily d. she said i know that. oh you mean what does it mean?  so i read it again and thanks sara. i got chills. she's metaphysical. what it means it feels. emily d. it feels like a wind enters the room and brushes your entire skin. 

oh it means something particular today in the wake of florence. like dance revolution after 911, after the penultimate trump. after emma g. after anarchy. 

speaking of which, my friend z. in star shirt and pink tutu with feathers from the pillow wash she would not let be removed, little dancing anarchist, do a jeteé with pink fluff and feathers, fly- while throwing hilde's planet dog ball backward. when i say do you know exactly where it's going to go, she says yes, assuredly.
why isn't it with fur, s. says. it is. that and other things.