Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

81. A Wind That Rose 5/11/2015
82. A Word dropped careless on a Page 2/29/2016
83. A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest 1/13/2003
84. Abraham To Kill Him 1/3/2003
85. Absence Disembodies—so Does Death 1/1/2004
86. Absent Place&Mdash;An April Day 1/13/2003
87. Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift! 1/13/2003
88. Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid? 1/13/2003
89. After A Hundred Years 5/14/2001
90. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes 5/14/2001
91. Again&Mdash;His Voice Is At The Door 1/13/2003
92. Ah, Moon—and Star! 1/1/2004
93. Ah, Teneriffe! 1/13/2003
94. Air has no Residence, no Neighbor 2/10/2016
95. All But Death, Can Be Adjusted 1/13/2003
96. All Circumstances Are The Frame 1/13/2003
97. All Forgot For Recollecting 1/13/2003
98. All I May, If Small 1/13/2003
99. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
100. All Overgrown By Cunning Moss 1/13/2003
101. All The Letters I Can Write 1/13/2003
102. All These My Banners Be 1/13/2003
103. Alone, I Cannot Be 1/13/2003
104. Alter! When The Hills Do 1/13/2003
105. Although I Put Away His Life 1/13/2003
106. Always Mine! 1/13/2003
107. Ambition Cannot Find Him 1/13/2003
108. Ample Make This Bed. 5/14/2001
109. An Altered Look About The Hills 1/13/2003
110. An Antiquated Tree 12/24/2014
111. An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air 1/13/2003
112. An English Breeze 5/14/2001
113. An Everywhere Of Silver 5/14/2001
114. An Hour Is A Sea 1/13/2003
115. An Ignorance A Sunset 1/13/2003
116. And This Of All My Hopes 1/13/2003
117. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
118. Angels, In The Early Morning 1/13/2003
119. Answer July 1/13/2003
120. Apology For Her 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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I Send Two Sunsets

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I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—

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