Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

Disclaimer: If you've not visited my site before, my work focuses on how computers interpret lines of poetry. The above image was entirely generated by a generartive adversarial network (GAN) from only the title of this post, which is a section of a poem by Emily Dickinson.

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The Poem

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

by Emily Dickinson

“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.