Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

361. I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, 5/14/2001
362. I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine 1/13/2003
363. I Came To Buy A Smile—today 1/1/2004
364. I Can Wade Grief 1/13/2003
365. I Cannot Be Ashamed 1/13/2003
366. I Cannot Buy It—'Tis Not Sold 1/1/2004
367. I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes 1/13/2003
368. I Cannot Live With You (No. 640) 1/20/2003
369. I Can'T Tell You—but You Feel It 1/1/2004
370. I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life 1/13/2003
371. I Could Bring You Jewels—had I A Mind To 1/1/2004
372. I Could Die—to Know 1/1/2004
373. I Could Not Drink It, Sweet 1/13/2003
374. I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet 1/13/2003
375. I Could Suffice For Him, I Knew 1/13/2003
376. I Cried At Pity—not At Pain 1/1/2004
377. I Cross Till I Am Weary 1/13/2003
378. I Died For Beauty 1/3/2003
379. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce 5/15/2001
380. I Dreaded That First Robin, So 1/13/2003
381. I Dwell In Possibility 1/13/2003
382. I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides 1/13/2003
383. I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech 1/13/2003
384. I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind 5/15/2001
385. I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain (280) 1/20/2003
386. I Felt My Life With Both My Hands 1/13/2003
387. I Found The Phrase To Every Thought 5/15/2001
388. I Gained It So 1/13/2003
389. I Gave Myself To Him 1/13/2003
390. I Got So I Could Take His Name 1/13/2003
391. I Had A Guinea Golden 1/13/2003
392. I Had Been Hungry All The Years- 5/15/2001
393. I Had No Cause To Be Awake 1/13/2003
394. I Had No Time To Hate, Because 5/15/2001
395. I Had Not Minded—walls 1/1/2004
396. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
397. I Had The Glory—that Will Do 1/1/2004
398. I Have A Bird In Spring 1/13/2003
399. I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak 1/13/2003
400. I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes" 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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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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