Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

161. Who Court Obtain Within Himself 1/13/2003
162. Of Brussels—it Was Not 1/1/2004
163. Ideals Are The Fairly Oil 1/13/2003
164. Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled 1/13/2003
165. The Night Was Wide, And Furnished Scant 1/13/2003
166. I Sing To Use The Waiting 1/13/2003
167. There Is A Shame Of Nobleness 1/13/2003
168. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
169. I'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know 1/1/2004
170. I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes 1/13/2003
171. These Tested Our Horizon 1/13/2003
172. There Is A Morn By Men Unseen 1/13/2003
173. The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star 1/16/2015
174. The Lamp Burns Sure—within 1/1/2004
175. Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test 1/13/2003
176. My Best Acquaintances Are Those 1/13/2003
177. No Other Can Reduce 1/13/2003
178. When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side 1/13/2003
179. Morns Like These—we Parted 1/1/2004
180. Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red 1/1/2004
181. The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot 1/1/2004
182. None Can Experience Sting 1/13/2003
183. The Heart Has Narrow Banks 1/13/2003
184. This Was In The White Of The Year 1/13/2003
185. To See Her Is A Picture 5/3/2013
186. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
187. Let Us Play Yesterday 1/13/2003
188. I'Ll Send The Feather From My Hat! 1/13/2003
189. My First Well Day—since Many Ill 1/1/2004
190. How firm Eternity must look 4/6/2016
191. Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee 1/1/2004
192. They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day 1/1/2004
193. Just As He Spoke It From His Hands 1/13/2003
194. The Robin For The Crumb 1/13/2003
195. 'Tis Customary As We Part 1/13/2003
196. Removed From Accident Of Loss 1/13/2003
197. If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing 1/13/2003
198. Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe 1/13/2003
199. The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
200. If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would 1/13/2003

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    What a remarkable talent, decades - no, a century - ahead of her times. Pithy, master of 'telling it slant, ' many have tried to emulate her; few, if any, have succeeded.

  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:16:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the original. This poem exists in transcript only, the original manuscript having been lost, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:14:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the one transcript of this poem extant. No autograph copy of this poem is known, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

  • Sylvaonyema Uba Sylvaonyema Uba (1/26/2017 4:00:00 PM)

    Images of beauty and life depicted in this poem. Sylva-Onyema Uba.

  • Geoff Dunstone (7/14/2016 4:38:00 AM)

    a brilliant and enigmatic poet

  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (6/22/2016 10:49:00 AM)

    This poet will never come back again

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.

Read the full of Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

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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