Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

81. Exhilaration is the Breeze 1/29/2016
82. Air has no Residence, no Neighbor 2/10/2016
83. She could not live upon the Past 6/17/2015
84. The Earth Has Many Keys 5/29/2015
85. Rearrange a 'Wife's' affection! 9/3/2015
86. He ate and drank the precious Words 9/4/2015
87. Longing is like the Seed 7/24/2015
88. Shall I take thee, the Poet said 7/29/2015
89. Had we our senses 8/7/2015
90. Is It Too Late To Touch You, Dear? 9/10/2015
91. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
92. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
93. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
94. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
95. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
96. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
97. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
98. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
99. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
100. Silence is all we dread 4/24/2015
101. Luck is not chance 6/10/2015
102. Death is like the insect 7/22/2015
103. If all the griefs I am to have 11/26/2015
104. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants 6/18/2015
105. Sometimes with the Heart 4/29/2015
106. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
107. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
108. In Snow Thou Comest 1/8/2015
109. Part Five: The Single Hound 1/15/2015
110. To Mend Each Tattered Faith 3/2/2015
111. 'Faithful To The End' Amended 3/3/2015
112. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
113. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
114. Drowning is not so pitiful 8/31/2015
115. March is the Month of Expectation 12/4/2015
116. A Counterfeit - a Plated Person - 4/7/2016
117. The Butterfly's Assumption Gown 12/13/2014
118. Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop 3/3/2015
119. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
120. I Noticed People Disappeared 4/11/2015
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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