Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
2. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
3. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
4. "Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me 1/13/2003
5. "I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life 1/13/2003
6. "Morning"&Mdash;Means "Milking"&Mdash;To The Farmer 1/13/2003
7. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
8. "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You 1/13/2003
9. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
10. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
11. A Book 1/3/2003
12. A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown 1/13/2003
13. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
14. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
15. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
16. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
17. A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear 1/13/2003
18. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 1/13/2003
19. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 1/13/2003
20. A Door Just Opened On A Street 5/14/2001
21. A Doubt If It Be Us 1/13/2003
22. A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree 5/14/2001
23. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
24. A Feather From The Whippoorwill 1/13/2003
25. A First Mute Coming 1/13/2003
26. A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet 1/13/2003
27. A Great Hope Fell 12/6/2014
28. A Happy Lip&Mdash;Breaks Sudden 1/13/2003
29. A House Upon The Height 1/13/2003
30. A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill 1/13/2003
31. A Light Exists In Spring 5/14/2001
32. A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb 1/13/2003
33. A Little Dog That Wags His Tail 1/6/2015
34. A Little East Of Jordan 1/13/2003
35. A Little Road Not Made Man 5/14/2001
36. A Little Snow Was Here And There 1/8/2015
37. A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep 5/14/2001
38. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I 1/13/2003
39. A Man May Make A Remark 1/13/2003
40. A Mien To Move A Queen 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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I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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