Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers 1/13/2003
2. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
3. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
4. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
5. A Book 1/3/2003
6. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
7. "Heaven"&Mdash;Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
8. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
9. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
10. Because I Could Not Stop For Death (712) 1/20/2003
11. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
12. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
13. I'M Nobody! Who Are You? 5/15/2001
14. 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name 1/13/2003
15. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
16. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
17. "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You 1/13/2003
18. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
19. "I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life 1/13/2003
20. 'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament 1/13/2003
21. 'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said 1/13/2003
22. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 1/13/2003
23. A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown 1/13/2003
24. "Morning"&Mdash;Means "Milking"&Mdash;To The Farmer 1/13/2003
25. "Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me 1/13/2003
26. Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind 1/13/2003
27. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, 5/15/2001
28. Success Is Counted Sweetest 12/31/2002
29. A Light Exists In Spring 5/14/2001
30. A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree 5/14/2001
31. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass 5/14/2001
32. A Door Just Opened On A Street 5/14/2001
33. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 1/13/2003
34. A Doubt If It Be Us 1/13/2003
35. A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear 1/13/2003
36. I Died For Beauty 1/3/2003
37. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I 1/13/2003
38. A Little Road Not Made Man 5/14/2001
39. Tell All The Truth 1/3/2003
40. A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet 1/13/2003
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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Ah, Teneriffe!

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Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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