Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

121. As One Does Sickness Over 1/13/2003
122. As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night 1/13/2003
123. As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer 1/13/2003
124. As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies 1/13/2003
125. As Watchers Hang Upon The East 1/13/2003
126. At Last, To Be Identified! 1/13/2003
127. At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left 1/1/2004
128. Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting 1/13/2003
129. Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine 1/13/2003
130. Away From Home Are Some And I— 1/1/2004
131. Baffled For Just A Day Or Two 1/13/2003
132. Banish Air From Air&Mdash; 1/13/2003
133. Be Mine The Doom&Mdash; 1/13/2003
134. Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is 1/13/2003
135. Because I Could Not Stop For Death (712) 1/20/2003
136. Because The Bee May Blameless Hum 1/13/2003
137. Beclouded 1/3/2003
138. Bee! I'M Expecting You! 1/13/2003
139. Before He Comes We Weigh The Time! 1/13/2003
140. Before I Got My Eye Put Out 1/13/2003
141. Before The Ice Is In The Pools 1/13/2003
142. Before You Thought Of Spring, 5/14/2001
143. Behind Me&Mdash;Dips Eternity 1/13/2003
144. Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad 1/13/2003
145. Bereavement In Their Death To Feel 1/13/2003
146. Besides The Autumn Poets Sing 1/13/2003
147. Besides This May 1/13/2003
148. Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test 1/1/2004
149. Best Things Dwell Out Of Sight 1/13/2003
150. Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It 1/1/2004
151. Between My Country—and The Others 1/1/2004
152. Bird 1/3/2003
153. Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple 1/13/2003
154. Bless God, He Went As Soldiers 1/13/2003
155. Bloom Upon The Mountain—stated 1/1/2004
156. Bound&Mdash;A Trouble 1/13/2003
157. Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup 1/13/2003
158. But Little Carmine Hath Her Face 1/13/2003
159. By A Flower—by A Letter 1/1/2004
160. By Chivalries As Tiny 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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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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