Emily Dickinson

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

She Died—this Was The Way She Died - Poem by Emily Dickinson


She died—this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

Comments about She Died—this Was The Way She Died by Emily Dickinson

  • Gold Star - 60,123 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/18/2015 2:20:00 AM)

    Emily's poetry speaks as if she were simply telling a story to a group of people, in person...as opposed to thru the written word....Authentic...personal....EMILY! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points The Jesus Of Suburbia Is A Lie (9/9/2009 7:58:00 AM)

    Emily dickinson is a laconic lady....all her poems are short and sweet.....but with a high meaning....its one of them..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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