A.k.a. Poem 314
The brothers’ related banter…
John: Would you like a short poem for the day?
Hank: Let’s do it! Is it about, is about pigeons?
John: It’s not about pigeons, Hank. But, it is about feathers.
Hank: Oh, okay. That’s close.
John: We’ve actually had this poem before on the podcast, Hank. But, I’m in such a good mood and I can’t think of a better situation in which to read this poem, often known as “Hope is the Thing With Feathers” by the brilliant Emily Dickinson.
(Reads poem)
John: “Hope is the Thing With Feathers,” also known as Poem 314 by Emily Dickinson. Hank, have you ever noticed how hope really is the thing with feathers? How, just when you think it’s been extinguished it flies up and l-leaps in front of you?
Hank: Uh… I mean, that doesn’t feel like so much the case for like, Dag & Red fans right now.
John: Ha ha ha ha ha. …
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“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.
John Green Reads Poetry 