Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. It sounded as if the Streets were running 4/21/2015
2. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
3. Sometimes with the Heart 4/29/2015
4. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
5. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
6. I Saw The Wind Within Her 5/12/2015
7. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
8. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
9. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
10. Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature 11/20/2015
11. Volcanoes be in Sicily 12/10/2015
12. On my volcano grows the Grass 12/10/2015
13. These Fevered Days - to take them to the Forest 2/11/2016
14. Glory is that bright tragic thing 2/29/2016
15. The Devil - had he fidelity 3/30/2016
16. Shall I take thee, the Poet said 7/29/2015
17. Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten 4/13/2016
18. How Human Nature dotes -new- 4/21/2016
19. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
20. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
21. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
22. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
23. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
24. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
25. The inundation of the Spring 5/5/2015
26. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
27. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
28. Let me not mar that perfect Dream 3/11/2016
29. Not any sunny tone 2/18/2016
30. A Word dropped careless on a Page 2/29/2016
31. March is the Month of Expectation 12/4/2015
32. The Hills in Purple syllables 1/30/2016
33. Is It Too Late To Touch You, Dear? 9/10/2015
34. Whether they have forgotten 4/13/2016
35. There is no Silence in the Earth 5/29/2015
36. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
37. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
38. Silence is all we dread 4/24/2015
39. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
40. Said Death To Passion 4/10/2015
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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