Workout 31 Jan 2013: Hope is the thing with feathers

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Hope! is the thing with feathers
That perches i’ the Soul
And sings the Tune…without the Words
And never stops at all.

This is part of an untitled poem by Emily Dickinson. Punctuation and case mine, meant to show one possible “oral interpretation” of the poem…I’d shout-out “hope”, run to “soul” and then “tune”. There would be a pause represented by the ellipsis and then a quiet triumph…almost whispered but with triumph all the same.

[“almost whispered but with triumph all the same” is itself an irregular Emily metre: daresay I this verse of mine “sounds like” Dickinson? Such presumption!]

Almost whispered!
But with “triumph” all the same
She welcomes the Grave, having lived “sans” shame.

Enough! Today’s workout was the best so far: 20 solid minutes on the rowing machine with a bit of the old endorphin release. No “breakout” pain of the sort that requires a 10mg shot of joy juice (morphine sulfate in syrup form). This is indeed encouraging news.


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