emily dickinson poems in Billionaire Poems “Hope” is the thing with feathers Because I could not stop for Death Success is counted sweetest I’m Nobody! Who are you? I heard a Fly buzz—when I died Wild Nights – Wild Nights! A Bird came down the Walk I taste a liquor never brewed I like to see it lap the Miles There is a pain — so utter — A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Share this:FacebookX Related