Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Said Death To Passion 4/10/2015
2. It sounded as if the Streets were running 4/21/2015
3. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
4. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
5. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
6. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
7. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
8. It stole along so stealthy 6/25/2015
9. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
10. Of Yellow was the outer Sky 9/7/2015
11. Volcanoes be in Sicily 12/10/2015
12. On my volcano grows the Grass 12/10/2015
13. The reticent volcano keeps 12/11/2015
14. Remembrance has a Rear and Front 12/29/2015
15. Judgment is justest 12/2/2015
16. Dear March - Come in 12/4/2015
17. The Hills erect their Purple Heads 1/30/2016
18. Oh Shadow on the Grass 2/8/2016
19. These Fevered Days - to take them to the Forest 2/11/2016
20. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
21. Let me not mar that perfect Dream 3/11/2016
22. Immured in Heaven! 3/21/2016
23. 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room 3/24/2016
24. Ended, ere it begun - 4/4/2016
25. The Clover's simple Fame 4/8/2016
26. Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten 4/13/2016
27. By homely gift and hindered Words 4/15/2016
28. How Human Nature dotes 4/21/2016
29. Praise it - 'tis dead - 6/7/2016
30. Down Time's quaint stream 7/12/2016
31. As subtle as tomorrow 7/20/2016
32. A train went through a burial gate 7/22/2016
33. As old as Woe 7/29/2016
34. Best Witchcraft is Geometry 8/4/2016
35. A Spider sewed at Night 8/8/2016
36. The Spider as an Artist 8/8/2016
37. I thought the Train would never come 7/22/2016
38. 'Tomorrow' - whose location 7/20/2016
39. Not any sunny tone 2/18/2016
40. Warm in her Hand these accents lie 2/18/2016
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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