Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. You'Re Right— 1/1/2004
2. Your Riches—taught Me—poverty 1/1/2004
3. You'Ll Know It—as You Know 'Tis Noon 1/1/2004
4. You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot 1/1/2004
5. You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die 1/1/2004
6. You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 1/13/2003
7. You See I Cannot See—your Lifetime 1/1/2004
8. You Said That I 1/1/2004
9. You Love The Lord—you Cannot See 1/1/2004
10. You Love Me—you Are Sure 1/1/2004
11. You left me—Sire—two Legacies 1/13/2003
12. You Know That Portrait In The Moon 1/13/2003
13. You Constituted Time 1/13/2003
14. You Cannot Put A Fire Out 1/13/2003
15. Yesterday Is History 3/17/2015
16. Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours 1/13/2003
17. Woodpecker, The 12/31/2002
18. Wolfe Demanded During Dying 1/13/2003
19. Without This—there Is Nought 1/1/2004
20. Within My Reach! 1/13/2003
21. Within My Garden, Rides A Bird 1/13/2003
22. With Thee, In The Desert 1/13/2003
23. With A Flower 1/2/2015
24. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History 3/17/2015
25. Will There Really Be A "Morning"? 1/13/2003
26. Wild Nights&Mdash;Wild Nights! 1/13/2003
27. Wild Nights! Wild Nights! 12/31/2002
28. Why&Mdash;Do They Shut Me Out Of Heaven? 1/13/2003
29. Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So 1/1/2004
30. Why Do I Love You, Sir? 1/1/2004
31. Whose Cheek Is This? 1/13/2003
32. Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked 1/13/2003
33. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets -new- 4/17/2015
34. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
35. Who Occupies This House? 1/13/2003
36. Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared 1/13/2003
37. Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men 1/13/2003
38. Who Court Obtain Within Himself 1/13/2003
39. While It Is Alive 1/13/2003
40. While Asters&Mdash; 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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I Send Two Sunsets

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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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