Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
2. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
3. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
4. "Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me 1/13/2003
5. "I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life 1/13/2003
6. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
7. "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You 1/13/2003
8. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
9. "470" 5/6/2016
10. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
11. A Book 1/3/2003
12. A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown 1/13/2003
13. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
14. A chilly Peace infests the Grass 2/8/2016
15. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
16. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
17. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
18. A Counterfeit - a Plated Person - 4/7/2016
19. A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear 1/13/2003
20. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 1/13/2003
21. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 1/13/2003
22. A Door Just Opened On A Street 5/14/2001
23. A Doubt If It Be Us 1/13/2003
24. A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree 5/14/2001
25. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
26. A Feather From The Whippoorwill 1/13/2003
27. A First Mute Coming 1/13/2003
28. A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet 1/13/2003
29. A Great Hope Fell 12/6/2014
30. A Happy Lip&Mdash;Breaks Sudden 1/13/2003
31. A House Upon The Height 1/13/2003
32. A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill 1/13/2003
33. A lane of Yellow led the eye 9/7/2015
34. A Light Exists In Spring 5/14/2001
35. A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb 1/13/2003
36. A Little Dog That Wags His Tail 1/6/2015
37. A Little East Of Jordan 1/13/2003
38. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
39. A Little Road Not Made Man 5/14/2001
40. A Little Snow Was Here And There 1/8/2015
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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A Mien To Move A Queen

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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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