Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1041. Could Live—did Live 1/1/2004
1042. A Visitor In Marl 1/13/2003
1043. Because The Bee May Blameless Hum 1/13/2003
1044. How Happy I Was If I Could Forget 1/13/2003
1045. Bound&Mdash;A Trouble 1/13/2003
1046. That I Did Always Love 1/13/2003
1047. Dreams&Mdash;Are Well&Mdash;But Waking's Better 1/13/2003
1048. As Far From Pity, As Complaint 1/13/2003
1049. A Transport One Cannot Contain 1/13/2003
1050. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved 1/13/2003
1051. Answer July 1/13/2003
1052. Do People Moulder Equally 1/13/2003
1053. For Death—or Rather 1/1/2004
1054. Exultation Is The Going 1/13/2003
1055. If You Were Coming In The Fall, 5/15/2001
1056. A Tooth Upon Our Peace 1/13/2003
1057. As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer 1/13/2003
1058. Sunset At Night—is Natural 1/1/2004
1059. Bless God, He Went As Soldiers 1/13/2003
1060. Don'T Put Up My Thread And Needle 1/13/2003
1061. It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard -- 1/3/2003
1062. From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly 1/13/2003
1063. Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine 1/13/2003
1064. A Throe Upon The Features 1/13/2003
1065. Although I Put Away His Life 1/13/2003
1066. There Is No Frigate Like A Book 5/15/2001
1067. Beclouded 1/3/2003
1068. Did Our Best Moment Last 1/13/2003
1069. Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant 5/14/2001
1070. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
1071. An Ignorance A Sunset 1/13/2003
1072. All These My Banners Be 1/13/2003
1073. Besides The Autumn Poets Sing 1/13/2003
1074. For Every Bird A Nest 1/13/2003
1075. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos 1/13/2003
1076. Your Riches—taught Me—poverty 1/1/2004
1077. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce 5/15/2001
1078. Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It 1/1/2004
1079. Bereavement In Their Death To Feel 1/13/2003
1080. As By The Dead We Love To Sit 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

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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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