Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

761. Talk With Prudence To A Beggar 1/13/2003
762. Teach Him—when He Makes The Names 1/1/2004
763. Tell All The Truth 1/3/2003
764. That After Horror—that 'Twas Us 1/1/2004
765. That Distance Was Between Us 1/13/2003
766. That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet 1/13/2003
767. That I Did Always Love 1/13/2003
768. That Is Solemn We Have Ended 1/13/2003
769. The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time 1/1/2004
770. The Angle Of A Landscape 1/13/2003
771. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
772. The Battle Fought Between The Soul 1/13/2003
773. The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me 1/13/2003
774. The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early 1/13/2003
775. The Bible Is An Antique Volume 1/13/2003
776. The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb 1/13/2003
777. The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock 1/13/2003
778. The Birds Reported From The South 1/13/2003
779. The Black Berry—wears A Thorn In His Side 1/1/2004
780. The Body Grows Without 1/13/2003
781. The Brain Within It's Groove 12/31/2002
782. The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky 1/13/2003
783. The Brain, Within Its Groove 1/13/2003
784. The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky 1/1/2004
785. The Bustle In A House 5/15/2001
786. The Bustle In A House 12/31/2002
787. The Butterfly In Honored Dust 12/13/2014
788. The Butterfly Obtains 12/13/2014
789. The Butterfly Upon The Sky 12/13/2014
790. The Butterfly's Assumption Gown 12/13/2014
791. The Chariot 4/28/2011
792. The Chemical Conviction 1/13/2003
793. The Child's Faith Is New 1/13/2003
794. The Color Of A Queen, Is This 1/13/2003
795. The Color Of The Grave Is Green 1/13/2003
796. The Court Is Far Away 1/13/2003
797. The Cricket Sang, 5/15/2001
798. The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun 1/13/2003
799. The Day Came Slow 1/3/2003
800. The Day That I Was Crowned 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

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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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