Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
2. It sounded as if the Streets were running 4/21/2015
3. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
4. Silence is all we dread 4/24/2015
5. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
6. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
7. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
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. The Work Of Her That Went 5/13/2015
11. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
12. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
13. She could not live upon the Past 6/17/2015
14. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
15. Death is like the insect 7/22/2015
16. Shall I take thee, the Poet said 7/29/2015
17. He ate and drank the precious Words -new- 9/4/2015
18. Image of Light, Adieu 7/21/2015
19. Drowning is not so pitiful -new- 8/31/2015
20. It stole along so stealthy 6/25/2015
21. Mine enemy is growing old 5/29/2015
22. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
23. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
24. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
25. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
26. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
27. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
28. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
29. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
30. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
31. There is no Silence in the Earth 5/29/2015
32. Luck is not chance 6/10/2015
33. How fits his Umber Coat 7/6/2015
34. A wounded deer leaps highest -new- 8/31/2015
35. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
36. Had we our senses 8/7/2015
37. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
38. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
39. Sometimes with the Heart 4/29/2015
40. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
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.

Read the full of Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers

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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