Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
2. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
3. The Work Of Her That Went 5/13/2015
4. It stole along so stealthy 6/25/2015
5. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
6. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
7. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
8. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
9. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
10. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
11. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
12. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
13. I Saw The Wind Within Her 5/12/2015
14. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
15. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
16. Said Death To Passion 4/10/2015
17. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
18. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
19. The Earth Has Many Keys 5/29/2015
20. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
21. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants 6/18/2015
22. Longing is like the Seed -new- 7/24/2015
23. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
24. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
25. Mine enemy is growing old 5/29/2015
26. Not with a club, the Heart is broken 6/4/2015
27. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
28. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
29. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
30. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
31. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
32. The inundation of the Spring 5/5/2015
33. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
34. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
35. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
36. Shall I take thee, the Poet said -new- 7/29/2015
37. How fits his Umber Coat 7/6/2015
38. Image of Light, Adieu -new- 7/21/2015
39. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
40. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
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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I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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