Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
2. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
3. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
4. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
5. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
6. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
7. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
8. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
9. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
10. It stole along so stealthy 6/25/2015
11. Longing is like the Seed 7/24/2015
12. The reticent volcano keeps 12/11/2015
13. Exhilaration is the Breeze 1/29/2016
14. The Hills in Purple syllables 1/30/2016
15. The grave my little cottage is 2/2/2016
16. Revolution is the Pod 2/13/2016
17. Not any sunny tone 2/18/2016
18. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
19. Glory is that bright tragic thing 2/29/2016
20. To the bright east she flies, 2/29/2016
21. Air has no Residence, no Neighbor 2/10/2016
22. A Counterfeit - a Plated Person - 4/7/2016
23. As old as Woe 7/29/2016
24. 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room 3/24/2016
25. Oh Shadow on the Grass 2/8/2016
26. Speech is one symptom of Affection 7/11/2016
27. Warm in her Hand these accents lie 2/18/2016
28. Remembrance has a Rear and Front 12/29/2015
29. Of Yellow was the outer Sky 9/7/2015
30. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants 6/18/2015
31. There is no Silence in the Earth 5/29/2015
32. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
33. I Saw The Wind Within Her 5/12/2015
34. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
35. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
36. It sounded as if the Streets were running 4/21/2015
37. His voice decrepit was with Joy 9/2/2015
38. Shall I take thee, the Poet said 7/29/2015
39. If all the griefs I am to have 11/26/2015
40. The Clover's simple Fame 4/8/2016
Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

'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.

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A Mien To Move A Queen


A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—

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