Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

121. As Far From Pity, As Complaint 1/13/2003
122. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
123. As Frost Is Best Conceived 1/13/2003
124. As If I Asked A Common Alms 1/13/2003
125. As If Some Little Arctic Flower 1/13/2003
126. As If The Sea Should Part 1/13/2003
127. As Imperceptibly As Grief 1/13/2003
128. As One Does Sickness Over 1/13/2003
129. As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night 1/13/2003
130. As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer 1/13/2003
131. As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies 1/13/2003
132. As Watchers Hang Upon The East 1/13/2003
133. At Last, To Be Identified! 1/13/2003
134. At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left 1/1/2004
135. Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting 1/13/2003
136. Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine 1/13/2003
137. Away From Home Are Some And I— 1/1/2004
138. Baffled For Just A Day Or Two 1/13/2003
139. Banish Air From Air&Mdash; 1/13/2003
140. Be Mine The Doom&Mdash; 1/13/2003
141. Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is 1/13/2003
142. Because I Could Not Stop For Death 1/20/2003
143. Because The Bee May Blameless Hum 1/13/2003
144. Beclouded 1/3/2003
145. Bee! I'M Expecting You! 1/13/2003
146. Before He Comes We Weigh The Time! 1/13/2003
147. Before I Got My Eye Put Out 1/13/2003
148. Before The Ice Is In The Pools 1/13/2003
149. Before You Thought Of Spring, 5/14/2001
150. Behind Me Dips Eternity 1/13/2003
151. Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad 1/13/2003
152. Bereavement In Their Death To Feel 1/13/2003
153. Besides The Autumn Poets Sing 1/13/2003
154. Besides This May 1/13/2003
155. Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test 1/1/2004
156. Best Things Dwell Out Of Sight 1/13/2003
157. Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It 1/1/2004
158. Between My Country—and The Others 1/1/2004
159. Bird 1/3/2003
160. Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple 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


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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