Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Silence is all we dread -new- 4/24/2015
2. I Noticed People Disappeared -new- 4/11/2015
3. 'Heavenly Father' - Take To Thee 3/3/2015
4. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
5. 'Faithful To The End' Amended 3/3/2015
6. Said Death To Passion 4/10/2015
7. September's Baccalaureate -new- 4/21/2015
8. It Would Never Be Common—more—i Said 1/1/2004
9. Dying At My Music 12/2/2014
10. Lightly Stepped A Yellow Star 1/16/2015
11. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets -new- 4/17/2015
12. Declaiming Waters None May Dread 11/22/2014
13. To See Her Is A Picture 5/3/2013
14. The Sea Said 'Come' To The Brook 1/10/2015
15. An Antiquated Tree 12/24/2014
16. His Heart Was Darker Than The Starless Night 2/25/2015
17. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
18. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
19. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
20. Reverse Cannot Befall 1/13/2003
21. On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn 1/13/2003
22. This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago 1/13/2003
23. The Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop 1/13/2003
24. She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc 1/1/2004
25. They Have A Little Odor—that To Me 1/1/2004
26. To Flee From Memory 1/16/2015
27. Part Five: The Single Hound 1/15/2015
28. 'Tis Anguish Grander Than Delight 1/13/2003
29. Low At My Problem Bending 1/13/2003
30. I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick 1/13/2003
31. The Butterfly's Assumption Gown 12/13/2014
32. Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop 3/3/2015
33. The Butterfly Upon The Sky 12/13/2014
34. Yesterday Is History 3/17/2015
35. I Would Distil A Cup 1/13/2003
36. The Night Was Wide, And Furnished Scant 1/13/2003
37. I Want—it Pleaded—all Its Life— 1/1/2004
38. The Grace—myself—might Not Obtain 1/1/2004
39. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History 3/17/2015
40. There Is A Shame Of Nobleness 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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Yesterday Is History

Yesterday is History,
'Tis so far away -
Yesterday is Poetry -
'Tis Philosophy -

Yesterday is mystery -
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away

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