Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

361. Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead 1/13/2003
362. I'Ll Clutch—and Clutch 1/1/2004
363. My Period Had Come For Prayer 1/13/2003
364. So Well That I Can Live Without 1/13/2003
365. I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss 1/1/2004
366. When I Was Small, A Woman Died 1/13/2003
367. No Notice Gave She, But A Change 1/13/2003
368. What Would I Give To See His Face? 1/13/2003
369. I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack 1/13/2003
370. The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes 1/13/2003
371. She Dwelleth In The Ground 1/13/2003
372. Tho' My Destiny Be Fustian 1/13/2003
373. Pigmy Seraphs—gone Astray 1/1/2004
374. Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room 1/1/2004
375. Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering 1/13/2003
376. When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge 1/13/2003
377. The White Heat 5/15/2001
378. The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film 5/15/2001
379. There Is A Shame Of Nobleness 1/13/2003
380. I Should Have Been Too Glad, I See 1/13/2003
381. The Fingers Of The Light 1/13/2003
382. We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing 1/1/2004
383. Sleep Is Supposed To Be 1/13/2003
384. No Man Can Compass A Despair 1/13/2003
385. If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing 1/13/2003
386. The Robin For The Crumb 1/13/2003
387. Only God—detect The Sorrow 1/1/2004
388. Smiling Back From Coronation 1/13/2003
389. He Forgot—and I—remembered 1/1/2004
390. They Put Us Far Apart 1/13/2003
391. Partake As Doth The Bee 1/13/2003
392. Herein A Blossom Lies 1/13/2003
393. Patience—has A Quiet Outer 1/1/2004
394. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
395. If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now 1/13/2003
396. I Met A King This Afternoon! 1/13/2003
397. Love—thou Art High 1/1/2004
398. When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins 1/1/2004
399. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
400. The Tint I Cannot Take—is Best 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Christine Karr (9/3/2013 12:17:00 PM)

    I've looked since high school days for the poem that begins, I took one draft of life - I'll tell you what I paid - precisely and existance, the market price they said. They weighed me dust by dust. They balanced film with film. They handed me my being's worth - a single dram of heaven. If anyone knows the name of that poem or where I might find it, please let me know!

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  • Mikhail Conrad (10/16/2012 5:48:00 AM)

    I love Emily- she's amazing.

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    If you like Emily, try some of my poems..they too are dark!

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/18/2012 10:46:00 PM)

    A poetess of cool head, deep thought and profound faith.

  • Jacqueline Munson (4/27/2012 8:42:00 AM)

    does anybody know what the poem is called where theres a solider in it?

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    She is just so beautiful in simple words.... Her writing is so perfect!

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 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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