Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

41. A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep 5/14/2001
42. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I 1/13/2003
43. A Man May Make A Remark 1/13/2003
44. A Mien To Move A Queen 1/13/2003
45. A Moth The Hue Of This 1/13/2003
46. A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note 1/13/2003
47. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass 5/14/2001
48. A Nearness To Tremendousness 1/13/2003
49. A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between 1/13/2003
50. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
51. A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified 1/13/2003
52. A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart 1/13/2003
53. A Precious—mouldering Pleasure 1/1/2004
54. A Prison Gets To Be A Friend 1/13/2003
55. A Route Of Evanescence 1/3/2003
56. A Science&Mdash;So The Savants Say 1/13/2003
57. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
58. A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn 1/13/2003
59. A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes 1/13/2003
60. A Shady Friend For Torrid Days 5/14/2001
61. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
62. A Single Screw Of Flesh 1/13/2003
63. A Slash Of Blue 1/13/2003
64. A Sloop of Amber slips away 1/9/2016
65. A Solemn Thing Within The Soul 1/13/2003
66. A Solemn Thing&Mdash;It Was&Mdash;I Said 1/13/2003
67. A Something In A Summer's Day 1/13/2003
68. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos 1/13/2003
69. A Spider sewed at Night 8/8/2016
70. A Still—volcano—life 1/1/2004
71. A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day 5/14/2001
72. A Throe Upon The Features 1/13/2003
73. A Toad Can Die Of Light! 1/1/2004
74. A Tongue—to Tell Him I Am True! 1/1/2004
75. A Tooth Upon Our Peace 1/13/2003
76. A train went through a burial gate 7/22/2016
77. A Transport One Cannot Contain 1/13/2003
78. A Visitor In Marl 1/13/2003
79. A Weight With Needles On The Pounds 1/13/2003
80. A Wife&Mdash;At Daybreak I Shall Be 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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I Send Two Sunsets


I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—

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