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"Hope" is the thing with feathers

Today as Chile remembered the 1973 coup that brought into power the dictatorship of General Pinochet,  and as the United States remembered its own September 11, I thought of Emily Dickenson's poem about hope.

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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. 

Emily Dickinson