Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1161. Who Occupies This House? 1/13/2003
1162. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
1163. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
1164. Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked 1/13/2003
1165. Whose Cheek Is This? 1/13/2003
1166. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
1167. Why Do I Love You, Sir? 1/1/2004
1168. Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven? 1/13/2003
1169. Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So 1/1/2004
1170. Wild Nights! Wild Nights! 12/31/2002
1171. Will There Really Be A "Morning"? 1/13/2003
1172. Witchcraft Has Not A Pedigree 11/13/2015
1173. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History 3/17/2015
1174. With A Flower 1/2/2015
1175. With Thee, In The Desert 1/13/2003
1176. Within My Garden, Rides A Bird 1/13/2003
1177. Within My Reach! 1/13/2003
1178. Without This—there Is Nought 1/1/2004
1179. Wolfe Demanded During Dying 1/13/2003
1180. Woodpecker, The 12/31/2002
1181. work For Immortality 1/1/2004
1182. Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours 1/13/2003
1183. Yesterday Is History 3/17/2015
1184. You Cannot Put A Fire Out 1/13/2003
1185. You Constituted Time 1/13/2003
1186. You Know That Portrait In The Moon 1/13/2003
1187. You left me—Sire—two Legacies 1/13/2003
1188. You Love Me—you Are Sure 1/1/2004
1189. You Love The Lord—you Cannot See 1/1/2004
1190. You Said That I 1/1/2004
1191. You See I Cannot See—your Lifetime 1/1/2004
1192. You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 1/13/2003
1193. You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die 1/1/2004
1194. You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot 1/1/2004
1195. You'Ll Know It—as You Know 'Tis Noon 1/1/2004
1196. Your Riches—taught Me—poverty 1/1/2004
1197. You'Re Right— 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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When a Lover is a Beggar

When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee -
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he -

What he begged is then the Beggar -
Oh disparity -
Bread of Heaven resents bestowal
Like an obloquy -

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