... a thing with Feathers...

I don't think I'm going to have time to teach Emily Dickinson this year, as test preparation and pressure to pass graduation exams presses on every teacher (but especially the English teacher). The students aren't particularly concerned that they won't get my spiel. "Oh, that crazy lady who never left her house?" they say. "We study her every year!" For kids who can't pronounce or define the word emphatic, they sure are good at speaking it.

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.

Hope      Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all.... Linking up with Melaina at Transatlantic Blonde for What I Wore Wednesday! Link up and join the fun!