Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

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


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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