Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

41. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I 1/13/2003
42. A Man May Make A Remark 1/13/2003
43. A Mien To Move A Queen 1/13/2003
44. A Moth The Hue Of This 1/13/2003
45. A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note 1/13/2003
46. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass 5/14/2001
47. A Nearness To Tremendousness 1/13/2003
48. A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between 1/13/2003
49. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
50. A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified 1/13/2003
51. A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart 1/13/2003
52. A Precious—mouldering Pleasure 1/1/2004
53. A Prison Gets To Be A Friend 1/13/2003
54. A Route Of Evanescence 1/3/2003
55. A Science&Mdash;So The Savants Say 1/13/2003
56. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
57. A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn 1/13/2003
58. A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes 1/13/2003
59. A Shady Friend For Torrid Days 5/14/2001
60. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
61. A Single Screw Of Flesh 1/13/2003
62. A Slash Of Blue 1/13/2003
63. A Sloop of Amber slips away 1/9/2016
64. A Solemn Thing Within The Soul 1/13/2003
65. A Solemn Thing&Mdash;It Was&Mdash;I Said 1/13/2003
66. A Something In A Summer's Day 1/13/2003
67. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos 1/13/2003
68. A Still—volcano—life 1/1/2004
69. A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day 5/14/2001
70. A Throe Upon The Features 1/13/2003
71. A Toad Can Die Of Light! 1/1/2004
72. A Tongue—to Tell Him I Am True! 1/1/2004
73. A Tooth Upon Our Peace 1/13/2003
74. A Transport One Cannot Contain 1/13/2003
75. A Visitor In Marl 1/13/2003
76. A Weight With Needles On The Pounds 1/13/2003
77. A Wife&Mdash;At Daybreak I Shall Be 1/13/2003
78. A Wind That Rose 5/11/2015
79. A Word dropped careless on a Page 2/29/2016
80. A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest 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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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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