Emily Dickinson

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

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie Lauren Pankey (5/2/2009 7:56:00 AM)

    I enjoy her work but there are too many dashes in some and it gets very distracting in my opinion.

    26 person liked.
    23 person did not like.
  • Rookie James Pierrelee (3/2/2009 11:07:00 AM)

    After reading about 25 of her 'poems', I am not surprised that fewer than 12 were ever published during her lifetime. Her sister should have kept her promise and burned them.

  • Rookie Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:04:00 AM)

    One of the poets that hadn't noticed on early days. Generates philosophical
    messages in all her works

  • Rookie - 291 Points p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:54:00 AM)

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

  • Rookie - 3 Points Rosa Jamali (6/1/2008 2:30:00 PM)

    Philosophy and thoughts coming through poetry, so precious, the way she treats the words with a gentle decent vioce..

  • Rookie okeydokey #3 (1/14/2008 3:23:00 AM)

    ...she is...my all time favorite...there was nobody...ever...that was better suited to write poetry...she is freaking amazing...

  • Rookie Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    Woah she looks like a dude!

  • Rookie Dana Tyrrell (6/11/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    a truly amazing poet!

  • Rookie - 5 Points Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:46:00 PM)

    It's really amazing the number of poems she has written.

  • Rookie - 396 Points Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

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!

666

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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