Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

361. No Rack Can Torture Me 1/13/2003
362. Not In This World To See His Face 5/15/2001
363. The Whole Of It Came Not At Once 1/13/2003
364. Put Up My Lute! 1/13/2003
365. It's Such A Little Thing To Weep 1/13/2003
366. What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles 1/13/2003
367. It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature 1/1/2004
368. If This Is "Fading" 1/13/2003
369. When We Stand On The Tops Of Things 1/13/2003
370. Not All Die Early, Dying Young 1/13/2003
371. I Tie My Hat—i Crease My Shawl 1/1/2004
372. I Rose—because He Sank 1/1/2004
373. He Told A Homely Tale 1/13/2003
374. His Bill An Auger Is 1/13/2003
375. His Feet Are Shod With Gauze 1/13/2003
376. The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea 1/13/2003
377. The First Day That I Was A Life 1/13/2003
378. The Morning After Woe 1/13/2003
379. The Dust Behind I Strove To Join 1/13/2003
380. Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits 1/13/2003
381. I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand 1/13/2003
382. 'Tis Sunrise&Mdash;Little Maid&Mdash;Hast Thou 1/13/2003
383. Morning—is The Place For Dew 1/1/2004
384. Portraits Are To Daily Faces 1/13/2003
385. I Got So I Could Take His Name 1/13/2003
386. If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing 1/1/2004
387. 'Tis One By One — The Father Counts 1/13/2003
388. Pain Has An Element 1/3/2003
389. He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose 1/13/2003
390. Like Brooms of Steel 8/13/2016
391. A Counterfeit - a Plated Person - 4/7/2016
392. Of Being Is A Bird 1/13/2003
393. We Cover Thee—sweet Face 1/1/2004
394. Good Night, Because We Must 1/13/2003
395. We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act 1/1/2004
396. Should You But Fail At—sea 1/1/2004
397. Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear 1/1/2004
398. Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower 1/13/2003
399. I'M 1/1/2004
400. Joy To Have Merited The Pain 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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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  • Alok Mishra Alok Mishra (4/18/2012 11:51:00 AM)

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

  • Alok Mishra Alok Mishra (4/18/2012 11:49:00 AM)

    I like this lady's poems so much... She is sure the best poet among women!

  • Jessica Knight Jessica Knight (4/10/2012 10:32:00 PM)

    I think a lot of my writing comes out more subconscious and even though she isn't recent... she was the first poet I could relate with. I'm about to be 20 and the dark years of childhood, childhood, what ever little that was... was brought a little light from her way. I was then opened up to others like Ginsberg, Kerouac, Hemingway, Whitman, Carroll, Sexton, Corso, Poe, etc. I can't really think of any other form of expression that gets me and through everything I'm sure she'd feel the same if she were still alive.

  • John Lavelle (12/12/2011 7:58:00 PM)

    Dickinson is the greatest of all American poets and, along with Shakespeare, among the greatest in the English language. Through her original, unconventional use of diction, rhyme, and punctuation, she transmits Morse code-like messages to the soul. Those with ears to hear, let them hear. Let the others continue condemning her poetry as incoherent babble. 'Much madness is divinest sense to a discerning eye.'

  • Bonnie Lundgren (7/24/2011 7:21:00 PM)

    Possibly one of my favorite poets. She does write some weird or slightly dark poetry, but a lot of her poems say things in a way which is at once memorable, concise and curiously true. I'd love to write more like her.

  • Juan Olivarez Juan Olivarez (4/28/2011 10:58:00 AM)

    The only injury to american poetry is by that imbecile Lawrence Beck.

  • Kenneth Belknap (4/1/2011 10:34:00 PM)

    @SamIam you threw out the illiterate nitwit so I'm not going to be too worried about being insulting. The dashes were hers, there are very good fascimiles of her handwritten poems available. They are considered to be a device used to fracture the language by many, or as an idiosyncracy by others... like perhaps when she was trying to think of the next word she would make a dash. Either way since she did not publish while she was alive the truest any 'illiterate nitwit' transcribing her poems can be is to include everything she wrote, dashes and all. You are not the only one to make ignorant comments about her, but yours was on the top so it got the response.

  • Sam Iam (2/19/2011 10:00:00 PM)

    While I love Emily Dickinson, I'm quite certain she was intelligent enough to know not to punctuate her poetry with dashes. What illiterate nitwit transcribed this stuff?

  • Cassandra Wylie (8/31/2010 4:36:00 PM)

    Then, Lawrence, you insensitive imbecile, don't read it.

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

And This Of All My Hopes


And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root

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