I actually enjoy teaching and reading Dickinson's poetry. It's short. It's full of metaphors. It's about heartbreak and unrequited love. What's not to love? But they've heard it all before, so emphatically they tell me they know all about Shakespeare and Dickinson and Poe and commas and so on and so on. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
HopeHope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all....
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