Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
2. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
3. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
4. The Spry Arms Of The Wind 5/11/2015
5. A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions 5/12/2015
6. The Work Of Her That Went 5/13/2015
7. And with what body do they come 5/21/2015
8. There is no Silence in the Earth 5/29/2015
9. As from the earth the light Balloon 5/29/2015
10. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
11. Luck is not chance 6/10/2015
12. Whose Pink career may have a close 7/4/2015
13. Image of Light, Adieu 7/21/2015
14. His voice decrepit was with Joy 9/2/2015
15. The Face we choose to miss 9/11/2015
16. Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature 11/20/2015
17. If all the griefs I am to have 11/26/2015
18. The reticent volcano keeps 12/11/2015
19. Remembrance has a Rear and Front 12/29/2015
20. The Hills erect their Purple Heads 1/30/2016
21. These Fevered Days - to take them to the Forest 2/11/2016
22. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
23. Not any sunny tone 2/18/2016
24. 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room 3/24/2016
25. The Devil - had he fidelity 3/30/2016
26. Could mortal lip divine 3/30/2016
27. Ended, ere it begun - 4/4/2016
28. The Clover's simple Fame 4/8/2016
29. Whether they have forgotten 4/13/2016
30. How Human Nature dotes 4/21/2016
31. Down Time's quaint stream 7/12/2016
32. As subtle as tomorrow 7/20/2016
33. A train went through a burial gate 7/22/2016
34. Best Witchcraft is Geometry 8/4/2016
35. A Spider sewed at Night 8/8/2016
36. Hope is a strange invention 7/26/2016
37. As old as Woe 7/29/2016
38. Speech is one symptom of Affection 7/11/2016
39. By homely gift and hindered Words 4/15/2016
40. Immured in Heaven! 3/21/2016

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  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury Kshirod Kumar Dehury (11/24/2017 5:58:00 AM)

    i like this poem.so beautiful in simple words.thanks for sharing.

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    I can tell that some of you don't like her poems but in my opinion I believe that her poems will inspire those who don't like her poems someday.

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  • Ahuaji Hun (6/18/2017 5:06:00 AM)

    They say you're eccentric because they all have neither the patience nor the intelligence to comprehend you or your words.They turn a blind eye to your sophistication because they fear admitting that they are not clever enough.But I don't.You are not actually good-looking but to me you got the everlasting attraction.You've left but what you sought to say always hangs around me.

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  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:30:00 PM)

    What a remarkable talent, decades - no, a century - ahead of her times. Pithy, master of 'telling it slant, ' many have tried to emulate her; few, if any, have succeeded.

  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:16:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the original. This poem exists in transcript only, the original manuscript having been lost, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:14:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the one transcript of this poem extant. No autograph copy of this poem is known, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

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

I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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