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      <title>&quot;Hope is the thing with feathers&quot;  by Jacqueline Santoyo</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-12-04 03:14:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Hope is the thing with feathers&quot; </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Poem by: Emily Dickinson<br>Presented by: Jacky Santoyo</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-04 03:18:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hope is the thing with feathers  <br>That perches in the soul,  <br>And sings the tune without the words,  <br>And never stops at all,  <br>   <br>And sweetest in the gale is heard;          <br>And sore must be the storm  <br>That could abash the little bird  <br>That kept so many warm.  <br>   <br>I’ve heard it in the chillest land,  <br>And on the strangest sea;         <br>Yet, never, in extremity,  <br>It asked a crumb of me. -Emily Dickinson</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-04 06:13:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>To understand most of Emily Dickinson's poetry you need to know she was very introverted and actually enjoyed solitude. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-11 08:37:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>In the poem she is metaphorically comparing a bird to hope&nbsp; since usually most birds can be associated with peacefulness. Which&nbsp; affects the tone or mood of the poem by making it seem simple and calm when it actually has a deeper meaning.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-11 08:44:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul&nbsp; and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." This part of the poem means that hope is deep within us and is always there. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-11 09:47:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;"sweetest in the gale is heard" this means that hope is the best to have during hard times.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-11 09:49:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"And sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird" This means that something terrible must happen for someone to lose hope. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-11 09:52:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I've heard it in the chillest land, and on the strangest sea; yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb of me."&nbsp;<br>No matter how hard life gets you will always hope  for it to get better. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-11 09:57:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The poem's form doesn't have any important significance and the diction is pretty simple.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-13 01:44:04 UTC</pubDate>
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