Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

161. Bless God, He Went As Soldiers 1/13/2003
162. Bloom Upon The Mountain—stated 1/1/2004
163. Bound&Mdash;A Trouble 1/13/2003
164. Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup 1/13/2003
165. But Little Carmine Hath Her Face 1/13/2003
166. By A Flower—by A Letter 1/1/2004
167. By Chivalries As Tiny 1/13/2003
168. By My Window Have I For Scenery 1/13/2003
169. By Such And Such An Offering 1/13/2003
170. By The Sea 1/3/2003
171. Chartless 1/3/2003
172. Civilization&Mdash;Spurns&Mdash;The Leopard! 1/13/2003
173. Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below! 1/13/2003
174. Color—caste—denomination 1/1/2004
175. Come Slowly 1/3/2003
176. Come Slowly—eden! 1/1/2004
177. Conjecturing A Climate 1/13/2003
178. Conscious Am I In My Chamber 1/13/2003
179. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
180. Could I But Ride Indefinite 1/13/2003
181. Could I—then—shut The Door 1/1/2004
182. Could Live—did Live 1/1/2004
183. Could—i Do More—for Thee 1/1/2004
184. Crisis Is A Hair 1/13/2003
185. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
186. Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat? 1/13/2003
187. Death Is A Dialogue Between 1/13/2003
188. Death Is Potential To That Man 1/13/2003
189. Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind 1/13/2003
190. Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant 5/14/2001
191. Declaiming Waters None May Dread 11/22/2014
192. Defrauded I A Butterfly 1/13/2003
193. Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know 1/13/2003
194. Delight Becomes Pictorial 5/14/2001
195. Delight Is As The Flight 1/13/2003
196. Denial&Mdash;Is The Only Fact 1/13/2003
197. Departed To The Judgment, 5/14/2001
198. Deprived Of Other Banquet 1/13/2003
199. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved 1/13/2003
200. Did Our Best Moment Last 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 Wind That Rose

A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
Beyond the Realm of Bird -
A Wind that woke a lone Delight
Like Separation's Swell
Restored in Arctic Confidence
To the Invisible -

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