Let me go outside my content area for a minute so we can celebrate National Poetry Month. I LOVE POETRY – I have since I was a little kid and my elementary school librarian used to let me check out the “big kid” poetry books even when I was in, like, second grade.
There’s a lot of poems that I love, including the Erlkonig, which we had to memorize in high school German, and Immortal Autumn, which I had to memorize in my violin studio in college (for some reason).
BUT, I have two all-time favorite poems. The first is from Emily Dickinson, which I have loved for a long time. My love for it has only increased as one of my favorite authors, John Green, has started to use it to refer to the success of his favorite soccer teams…
Hope is the thing with feathers
“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 BirdThat 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.
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds and shall find me unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate,I am the captain of my soul.