Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

361. It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature 1/1/2004
362. If This Is "Fading" 1/13/2003
363. His Bill An Auger Is 1/13/2003
364. His Feet Are Shod With Gauze 1/13/2003
365. He Told A Homely Tale 1/13/2003
366. 'Tis Customary As We Part 1/13/2003
367. The Poets Light But Lamps 1/13/2003
368. The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea 1/13/2003
369. If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing 1/1/2004
370. Portraits Are To Daily Faces 1/13/2003
371. Morning—is The Place For Dew 1/1/2004
372. I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand 1/13/2003
373. Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits 1/13/2003
374. To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly 1/13/2003
375. Those Fair—fictitious People 1/1/2004
376. What I See Not, I Better See 1/13/2003
377. Pain Has An Element 1/3/2003
378. He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose 1/13/2003
379. Like Brooms of Steel 8/13/2016
380. Of Being Is A Bird 1/13/2003
381. Good Night, Because We Must 1/13/2003
382. We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act 1/1/2004
383. Should You But Fail At—sea 1/1/2004
384. Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear 1/1/2004
385. Joy To Have Merited The Pain 1/13/2003
386. I'M 1/1/2004
387. Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower 1/13/2003
388. On A Columnar Self 1/13/2003
389. She Bore It Till The Simple Veins 1/13/2003
390. Great Caesar! Condescend 1/13/2003
391. Wolfe Demanded During Dying 1/13/2003
392. Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead 1/13/2003
393. The Power To Be True To You 1/13/2003
394. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
395. She Went As Quiet As The Dew 1/13/2003
396. I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak 1/13/2003
397. My Period Had Come For Prayer 1/13/2003
398. So Well That I Can Live Without 1/13/2003
399. I'Ll Clutch—and Clutch 1/1/2004
400. I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Practically a Poet (8/20/2018 4:38:00 AM)

    I love poetry. Especially odes. Poets are like royalty. There are highs and lows. Help I am a toad. Who knew there could be both? !

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  • chindomutale.simplesite.com (8/19/2018 12:09:00 AM)

    She stands as one of the best.

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  • Practically a Poet (8/13/2018 2:27:00 AM)

    Lovely poems... Emily Dickinson is one of my fave poets.

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  • benmurray (7/11/2018 6:16:00 AM)

    its coming home.
    England 2018
    30years of hurtnever stopped me dreaming.

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  • Ruta Mohapatra Ruta Mohapatra (7/1/2018 8:28:00 AM)

    I understand some of her poems but don't understand many of them. But, those that I understand leave a lasting impact. They are beautiful!

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  • Cha Cagas (6/23/2018 6:19:00 AM)

    I believe that hope is still alive like how the birds fly with the wind across the sky.

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  • Destiny (6/6/2018 11:40:00 AM)

    i didn't like it.....

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  • Sharon (5/30/2018 2:13:00 AM)

    Yes I know not

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  • baguet (5/29/2018 1:54:00 PM)

    hola que tal, i dont speak spanish

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Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?


"Why do I love" You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth ...

Read the full of "Why Do I Love" You, Sir?

I Send Two Sunsets


I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—

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