{"id":144,"date":"2026-06-12T14:42:34","date_gmt":"2026-06-12T17:42:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/webby.is\/?p=144"},"modified":"2026-06-12T14:49:48","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T17:49:48","slug":"the-thing-with-feathers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/webby.is\/?p=144","title":{"rendered":"the thing with feathers"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-pullquote has-theme-4-color has-text-color has-link-color has-literata-font-family wp-elements-52ee221fd9c5d3959e5d18b10455b057\" style=\"font-size:clamp(14.082px, 0.88rem + ((1vw - 3.2px) * 0.678), 21px);\"><blockquote><p>\u201cHope\u201d is the thing with feathers &#8211;<br><br>That perches in the soul &#8211;<br><br>And sings the tune without the words &#8211;<br><br>And never stops &#8211; at all &#8211;<br><br><br><br>And sweetest &#8211; in the Gale &#8211; is heard &#8211;<br><br>And sore must be the storm &#8211;<br><br>That could abash the little Bird<br><br>That kept so many warm &#8211;<br><br><br><br>I\u2019ve heard it in the chillest land &#8211;<br><br>And on the strangest Sea &#8211;<br><br>Yet &#8211; never &#8211; in Extremity,<br><br>It asked a crumb &#8211; of me.<\/p><cite>Emily Dickinson<\/cite><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Emily Dickinson\u2019s famous poem Hope is the thing with feathers explores the enduring nature of hope through the metaphor of a bird. This resilient creature perches within the human soul, singing a wordless tune that persists through the fiercest storms. Always present and demanding nothing in return, hope provides constant comfort in life\u2019s darkest moments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":145,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ai_generated_summary":"","wpai_meta_description":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[24,17,23],"class_list":["post-144","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-quotations-poems","tag-hope","tag-poem","tag-feathers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=144"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":148,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144\/revisions\/148"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/145"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=144"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=144"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/webby.is\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=144"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}