Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

41. Rearrange a 'Wife's' affection! 9/3/2015
42. Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature 11/20/2015
43. Remembrance has a Rear and Front 12/29/2015
44. Dear March - Come in 12/4/2015
45. On my volcano grows the Grass 12/10/2015
46. Immured in Heaven! 3/21/2016
47. How Human Nature dotes 4/21/2016
48. Drowning is not so pitiful 8/31/2015
49. He ate and drank the precious Words 9/4/2015
50. Had we our senses 8/7/2015
51. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
52. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
53. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
54. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
55. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
56. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
57. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
58. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
59. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
60. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
61. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
62. When Memory is full 6/11/2015
63. The Earth Has Many Keys 5/29/2015
64. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
65. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
66. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
67. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
68. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
69. Silence is all we dread 4/24/2015
70. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
71. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
72. Of Yellow was the outer Sky 9/7/2015
73. My Cocoon Tightens, Colors Tease 10/20/2015
74. If all the griefs I am to have 11/26/2015
75. The Hills in Purple syllables 1/30/2016
76. The grave my little cottage is 2/2/2016
77. 'Tomorrow' - whose location 7/20/2016
78. As subtle as tomorrow 7/20/2016
79. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
80. Let me not mar that perfect Dream 3/11/2016
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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