emily dickinson poems June 2, 2023 in Billionaire Poems“Hope” is the thing with feathersBecause I could not stop for DeathSuccess is counted sweetestI’m Nobody! Who are you?I heard a Fly buzz—when I diedWild Nights – Wild Nights!A Bird came down the WalkI taste a liquor never brewedI like to see it lap the MilesThere is a pain — so utter —A Narrow Fellow In The Grass