Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1121. A Door Just Opened On A Street 5/14/2001
1122. Success Is Counted Sweetest 12/31/2002
1123. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, 5/15/2001
1124. 'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said 1/13/2003
1125. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 1/13/2003
1126. "Morning"&Mdash;Means "Milking"&Mdash;To The Farmer 1/13/2003
1127. "Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me 1/13/2003
1128. 'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament 1/13/2003
1129. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
1130. A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown 1/13/2003
1131. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
1132. "I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life 1/13/2003
1133. "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You 1/13/2003
1134. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
1135. I'M Nobody! Who Are You? 5/15/2001
1136. 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name 1/13/2003
1137. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
1138. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
1139. Because I Could Not Stop For Death (712) 1/20/2003
1140. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
1141. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
1142. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
1143. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
1144. A Book 1/3/2003
1145. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
1146. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
1147. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
1148. Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers 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.

Read the full of Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers

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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