Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Shall I take thee, the Poet said -new- 7/29/2015
2. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
3. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
4. The Work Of Her That Went 5/13/2015
5. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
6. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
7. Not with a club, the Heart is broken 6/4/2015
8. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants 6/18/2015
9. It stole along so stealthy 6/25/2015
10. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
11. It sounded as if the Streets were running 4/21/2015
12. I Saw The Wind Within Her 5/12/2015
13. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
14. The inundation of the Spring 5/5/2015
15. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
16. The Earth Has Many Keys 5/29/2015
17. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
18. The Battlefield 5/25/2015
19. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
20. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
21. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
22. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
23. She could not live upon the Past 6/17/2015
24. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
25. Image of Light, Adieu -new- 7/21/2015
26. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
27. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
28. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
29. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
30. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
31. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
32. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
33. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
34. There is no Silence in the Earth 5/29/2015
35. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
36. Longing is like the Seed -new- 7/24/2015
37. How fits his Umber Coat 7/6/2015
38. Mine enemy is growing old 5/29/2015
39. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
40. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
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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Luck is not chance

Luck is not chance
It's Toil
Fortune's expensive smile
Is earned
The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
We spurned

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