Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

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

Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography -
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb -
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.

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