Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

41. A Moth The Hue Of This 1/13/2003
42. A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note 1/13/2003
43. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass 5/14/2001
44. A Nearness To Tremendousness 1/13/2003
45. A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between 1/13/2003
46. A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified 1/13/2003
47. A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart 1/13/2003
48. A Precious—mouldering Pleasure 1/1/2004
49. A Prison Gets To Be A Friend 1/13/2003
50. A Route Of Evanescence 1/3/2003
51. A Science&Mdash;So The Savants Say 1/13/2003
52. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
53. A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn 1/13/2003
54. A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes 1/13/2003
55. A Shady Friend For Torrid Days 5/14/2001
56. A Single Screw Of Flesh 1/13/2003
57. A Slash Of Blue 1/13/2003
58. A Solemn Thing Within The Soul 1/13/2003
59. A Solemn Thing&Mdash;It Was&Mdash;I Said 1/13/2003
60. A Something In A Summer's Day 1/13/2003
61. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos 1/13/2003
62. A Still—volcano—life 1/1/2004
63. A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day 5/14/2001
64. A Throe Upon The Features 1/13/2003
65. A Toad Can Die Of Light! 1/1/2004
66. A Tongue—to Tell Him I Am True! 1/1/2004
67. A Tooth Upon Our Peace 1/13/2003
68. A Transport One Cannot Contain 1/13/2003
69. A Visitor In Marl 1/13/2003
70. A Weight With Needles On The Pounds 1/13/2003
71. A Wife&Mdash;At Daybreak I Shall Be 1/13/2003
72. A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest 1/13/2003
73. Abraham To Kill Him 1/3/2003
74. Absence Disembodies—so Does Death 1/1/2004
75. Absent Place&Mdash;An April Day 1/13/2003
76. Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift! 1/13/2003
77. Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid? 1/13/2003
78. After A Hundred Years 5/14/2001
79. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes 5/14/2001
80. Again&Mdash;His Voice Is At The Door 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.

Read the full of Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers

Yesterday Is History

Yesterday is History,
'Tis so far away -
Yesterday is Poetry -
'Tis Philosophy -

Yesterday is mystery -
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away

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