Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

641. If I Shouldn'T Be Alive 1/13/2003
642. The Robin Is The One 1/13/2003
643. The Truth—is Stirless 1/1/2004
644. The Color Of The Grave Is Green 1/13/2003
645. The First Day's Night Had Come 1/13/2003
646. I Stole Them From A Bee 1/13/2003
647. Make Me A Picture Of The Sun 1/13/2003
648. If Those I Loved Were Lost 1/13/2003
649. When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir 1/13/2003
650. Her Grace Is All She Has&Mdash; 1/13/2003
651. I Came To Buy A Smile—today 1/1/2004
652. We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing 1/1/2004
653. How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset 1/13/2003
654. I Learned—at Least—what Home Could Be 1/1/2004
655. I Watched The Moon Around The House (629) 1/20/2003
656. I Can'T Tell You—but You Feel It 1/1/2004
657. My Nosegays Are For Captives; 5/15/2001
658. Grief Is A Mouse 1/13/2003
659. The Robin's My Criterion For Tune 1/13/2003
660. Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours 1/13/2003
661. There Came A Day At Summer's Full 1/13/2003
662. There's Been A Death In The Opposite House 5/15/2001
663. My Garden—like The Beach 1/1/2004
664. The Test Of Love—is Death 1/1/2004
665. One And One—are One 1/1/2004
666. Love&Mdash;Thou Art High 1/13/2003
667. I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road 1/13/2003
668. I Send Two Sunsets 1/13/2003
669. Nature And God—i Neither Knew 1/1/2004
670. Given In Marriage Unto Thee 1/13/2003
671. The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man, 5/15/2001
672. I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know 5/15/2001
673. I Asked No Other Thing 1/13/2003
674. I Could Bring You Jewels—had I A Mind To 1/1/2004
675. I Think The Longest Hour Of All 1/13/2003
676. While It Is Alive 1/13/2003
677. The Sun—just Touched The Morning 1/1/2004
678. I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, 5/14/2001
679. I Lost A World - The Other Day! 1/13/2003
680. I Can Wade Grief 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


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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