Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
2. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
3. As from the earth the light Balloon -new- 5/29/2015
4. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
5. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
6. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
7. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
8. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
9. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
10. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
11. And with what body do they come -new- 5/21/2015
12. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
13. The inundation of the Spring 5/5/2015
14. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
15. Said Death To Passion 4/10/2015
16. In Snow Thou Comest 1/8/2015
17. I Noticed People Disappeared 4/11/2015
18. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
19. It sounded as if the Streets were running 4/21/2015
20. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
21. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
22. The Battlefield -new- 5/25/2015
23. The Work Of Her That Went 5/13/2015
24. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
25. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History 3/17/2015
26. There is no Silence in the Earth -new- 5/29/2015
27. Mine enemy is growing old -new- 5/29/2015
28. Declaiming Waters None May Dread 11/22/2014
29. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird -new- 5/21/2015
30. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
31. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
32. The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star 1/16/2015
33. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
34. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
35. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth -new- 5/29/2015
36. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
37. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
38. Reverse Cannot Befall 1/13/2003
39. On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn 1/13/2003
40. This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago 1/13/2003
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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Said Death To Passion

Said Death to Passion
'Give of thine an Acre unto me.'
Said Passion, through contracting Breaths
'A Thousand Times Thee Nay.'

Bore Death from Passion
All His East
He - sovereign as the Sun
Resituated in the West
And the Debate was done.

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