Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

81. Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid? 1/13/2003
82. After A Hundred Years 5/14/2001
83. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes 5/14/2001
84. Again&Mdash;His Voice Is At The Door 1/13/2003
85. Ah, Moon—and Star! 1/1/2004
86. Ah, Teneriffe! 1/13/2003
87. All But Death, Can Be Adjusted 1/13/2003
88. All Circumstances Are The Frame 1/13/2003
89. All Forgot For Recollecting 1/13/2003
90. All I May, If Small 1/13/2003
91. All Men For Honor Hardest Work -new- 5/13/2015
92. All Overgrown By Cunning Moss 1/13/2003
93. All The Letters I Can Write 1/13/2003
94. All These My Banners Be 1/13/2003
95. Alone, I Cannot Be 1/13/2003
96. Alter! When The Hills Do 1/13/2003
97. Although I Put Away His Life 1/13/2003
98. Always Mine! 1/13/2003
99. Ambition Cannot Find Him 1/13/2003
100. Ample Make This Bed. 5/14/2001
101. An Altered Look About The Hills 1/13/2003
102. An Antiquated Tree 12/24/2014
103. An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air 1/13/2003
104. An English Breeze 5/14/2001
105. An Everywhere Of Silver 5/14/2001
106. An Hour Is A Sea 1/13/2003
107. An Ignorance A Sunset 1/13/2003
108. And This Of All My Hopes 1/13/2003
109. And with what body do they come -new- 5/21/2015
110. Angels, In The Early Morning 1/13/2003
111. Answer July 1/13/2003
112. Apology For Her 1/13/2003
113. Apparently With No Surprise 1/3/2003
114. Arcturus 1/1/2004
115. 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name 1/13/2003
116. Are Friends Delight Or Pain 12/10/2014
117. Artists Wrestled Here! 1/13/2003
118. As By The Dead We Love To Sit 1/13/2003
119. As Children Bid The Guest "Good Night" 1/13/2003
120. As Everywhere Of Silver 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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