Emily Dickinson Bird Quotations

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.

No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.

We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.

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 chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.