Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
2. The inundation of the Spring 5/5/2015
3. A Wind That Rose 5/11/2015
4. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
5. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
6. All Men For Honor Hardest Work -new- 5/13/2015
7. The Work Of Her That Went -new- 5/13/2015
8. And with what body do they come -new- 5/21/2015
9. The Battlefield -new- 5/25/2015
10. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions -new- 5/12/2015
11. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
12. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
13. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
14. 'Heavenly Father' - Take To Thee 3/3/2015
15. Sometimes with the Heart 4/29/2015
16. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
17. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
18. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
19. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird -new- 5/21/2015
20. In Snow Thou Comest 1/8/2015
21. Part Five: The Single Hound 1/15/2015
22. To Mend Each Tattered Faith 3/2/2015
23. Lives He In Any Other World -new- 5/12/2015
24. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things -new- 5/12/2015
25. I Would Distil A Cup 1/13/2003
26. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History 3/17/2015
27. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew -new- 5/12/2015
28. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
29. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
30. The Butterfly Obtains 12/13/2014
31. The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star 1/16/2015
32. The Sea Said 'Come' To The Brook 1/10/2015
33. How Slow The Wind -new- 5/12/2015
34. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head -new- 5/12/2015
35. The Going From A World We Know -new- 5/12/2015
36. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
37. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
38. With A Flower 1/2/2015
39. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
40. 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.

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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