Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Day 10 of Autism Acceptance Month

Okay, she was considered "eccentric" even for the time period that she lived in. Dressing all in white, keeping mostly to her room, this was the life of Emily Dickinson...one of the most prolific female poets of all time.
Emily was born to a well-known Puritan family, somewhat like much of my own family, and was very much an introvert-which wasn't too much of a crime in her society. Overall, she was described as highly intelligent and insightful, and her poetry is still considered to be a staple of American literature. 
Emily Dickinson is another example of why we must always look at the positive aspects of someone over the negative-what someone can do over what they can't do. Sure, she wasn't exactly the life of the party-but she sure did give us some gorgeous poems!

 '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


A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.

-Emily Dickinson