The Poetry of Emily Dickinson: 472





Except the Heaven had come so near –

So seemed to chose My Door –

The Distance would not haunt me so –

I had not hoped – before –


But just to hear the Grace depart –

I never thought to see –

Afflicts me with a Double loss –

‘Tis lost – And lost to me –

Hope: An Ode To Emily



By Michele Habel-Coffey

Hope’s got useless feathers
‘Tis a penguin on the shore
With broken, useless, darkened wings
And no god to implore

She’s indeed a seasoned swimmer
Gets her sustenance from the sea
But the sea is wrought with angry waves
And she is never free

The island is her icy home
With other flightless fowl
Guarding flightless offspring
From lions on the prowl

Sweet songs for her are hard to hear
Drowned out by the storms
The chill is clinging deep within
Nothing keeps her warm

Oh, Hope’s got useless feathers
The kind that do not fly
It’s stuck there on that island
It’s there it’s like to die