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. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
4. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
5. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
6. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
7. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
8. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
9. A Wind That Rose 5/11/2015
10. If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head 5/12/2015
11. The Work Of Her That Went 5/13/2015
12. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
13. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
14. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -new- 6/18/2015
15. The Notice that is called the Spring 5/5/2015
16. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
17. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
18. Sometimes with the Heart 4/29/2015
19. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
20. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
21. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
22. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
23. How Slow The Wind 5/12/2015
24. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
25. It stole along so stealthy -new- 6/25/2015
26. The Earth Has Many Keys 5/29/2015
27. There is no Silence in the Earth 5/29/2015
28. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
29. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
30. Mine enemy is growing old 5/29/2015
31. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
32. When Memory is full 6/11/2015
33. Luck is not chance 6/10/2015
34. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
35. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
36. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
37. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
38. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
39. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
40. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
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


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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