Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

161. By A Flower—by A Letter 1/1/2004
162. By Chivalries As Tiny 1/13/2003
163. By My Window Have I For Scenery 1/13/2003
164. By Such And Such An Offering 1/13/2003
165. By The Sea 1/3/2003
166. Chartless 1/3/2003
167. Civilization&Mdash;Spurns&Mdash;The Leopard! 1/13/2003
168. Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below! 1/13/2003
169. Color—caste—denomination 1/1/2004
170. Come Slowly 1/3/2003
171. Come Slowly—eden! 1/1/2004
172. Conjecturing A Climate 1/13/2003
173. Conscious Am I In My Chamber 1/13/2003
174. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
175. Could I But Ride Indefinite 1/13/2003
176. Could I—then—shut The Door 1/1/2004
177. Could Live—did Live 1/1/2004
178. Could—i Do More—for Thee 1/1/2004
179. Crisis Is A Hair 1/13/2003
180. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
181. Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat? 1/13/2003
182. Death Is A Dialogue Between 1/13/2003
183. Death Is Potential To That Man 1/13/2003
184. Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind 1/13/2003
185. Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant 5/14/2001
186. Declaiming Waters None May Dread 11/22/2014
187. Defrauded I A Butterfly 1/13/2003
188. Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know 1/13/2003
189. Delight Becomes Pictorial 5/14/2001
190. Delight Is As The Flight 1/13/2003
191. Denial&Mdash;Is The Only Fact 1/13/2003
192. Departed To The Judgment, 5/14/2001
193. Deprived Of Other Banquet 1/13/2003
194. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved 1/13/2003
195. Did Our Best Moment Last 1/13/2003
196. Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle 1/13/2003
197. Did We Disobey Him? 1/13/2003
198. Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern's Mouth 1/13/2003
199. Distrustful Of The Gentian 1/13/2003
200. Do People Moulder Equally 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.

Read the full of Hope' Is The Thing With Feathers

Ah, Teneriffe!

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Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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