Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
2. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
3. Image of Light, Adieu 7/21/2015
4. His voice decrepit was with Joy 9/2/2015
5. On my volcano grows the Grass 12/10/2015
6. The reticent volcano keeps 12/11/2015
7. Remembrance has a Rear and Front 12/29/2015
8. The Hills erect their Purple Heads 1/30/2016
9. The Hills in Purple syllables 1/30/2016
10. The grave my little cottage is 2/2/2016
11. Warm in her Hand these accents lie 2/18/2016
12. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
13. Of so divine a Loss 3/30/2016
14. Ended, ere it begun - 4/4/2016
15. The Clover's simple Fame 4/8/2016
16. Whether they have forgotten 4/13/2016
17. By homely gift and hindered Words 4/15/2016
18. Speech is one symptom of Affection 7/11/2016
19. Down Time's quaint stream 7/12/2016
20. I thought the Train would never come 7/22/2016
21. Praise it - 'tis dead - 6/7/2016
22. Not any sunny tone 2/18/2016
23. Dear March - Come in 12/4/2015
24. My Cocoon Tightens, Colors Tease 10/20/2015
25. The inundation of the Spring 5/5/2015
26. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
27. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
28. When Memory is full 6/11/2015
29. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
30. The Face we choose to miss 9/11/2015
31. Of Yellow was the outer Sky 9/7/2015
32. Revolution is the Pod 2/13/2016
33. Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten 4/13/2016
34. To the bright east she flies, 2/29/2016
35. Immured in Heaven! 3/21/2016
36. Glory is that bright tragic thing 2/29/2016
37. March is the Month of Expectation 12/4/2015
38. Volcanoes be in Sicily 12/10/2015
39. Exhilaration is the Breeze 1/29/2016
40. Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature 11/20/2015
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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A Mien To Move A Queen

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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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