Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1201. A Door Just Opened On A Street 5/14/2001
1202. A Doubt If It Be Us 1/13/2003
1203. A Light Exists In Spring 5/14/2001
1204. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 1/13/2003
1205. Success Is Counted Sweetest 12/31/2002
1206. 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer 1/13/2003
1207. A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree 5/14/2001
1208. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 1/13/2003
1209. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, 5/15/2001
1210. "Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me 1/13/2003
1211. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
1212. 'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said 1/13/2003
1213. "I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life 1/13/2003
1214. A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown 1/13/2003
1215. 'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament 1/13/2003
1216. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
1217. 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name 1/13/2003
1218. "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You 1/13/2003
1219. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
1220. I'M Nobody! Who Are You? 5/15/2001
1221. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
1222. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
1223. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
1224. Because I Could Not Stop For Death 1/20/2003
1225. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
1226. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
1227. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
1228. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
1229. A Book 1/3/2003
1230. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
1231. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
1232. 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.

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Ah, Teneriffe!


Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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