Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

401. The Heart Has Narrow Banks 1/13/2003
402. Went Up A Year This Evening! 1/13/2003
403. Where Thou Art—that—is Home 1/1/2004
404. I Cross Till I Am Weary 1/13/2003
405. The First Day That I Was A Life 1/13/2003
406. If Pain For Peace Prepares 1/13/2003
407. The Juggler's Hat Her Country Is 1/13/2003
408. The Province Of The Saved 1/13/2003
409. The Malay—took The Pearl 1/1/2004
410. The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping 1/1/2004
411. Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I 1/1/2004
412. With A Flower 1/2/2015
413. He Put The Belt Around My Life 1/13/2003
414. Must Be A Woe 1/13/2003
415. Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea 1/13/2003
416. 'Tis Good&Mdash;The Looking Back On Grief 1/13/2003
417. The World&Mdash;Feels Dusty 1/13/2003
418. The Chemical Conviction 1/13/2003
419. Light Is Sufficient To Itself 1/13/2003
420. Many Cross The Rhine 1/13/2003
421. No Romance Sold Unto 1/13/2003
422. Pain&Mdash;Expands The Time 1/13/2003
423. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead 1/13/2003
424. The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early 1/13/2003
425. The Dying Need But Little, Dear,-- 5/15/2001
426. The Manner Of Its Death 1/13/2003
427. Jesus! Thy Crucifix 1/13/2003
428. Through The Dark Sod—as Education 1/1/2004
429. The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock 1/13/2003
430. The Outer—from The Inner 1/1/2004
431. So Bashful When I Spied Her! 1/13/2003
432. I Could Die—to Know 1/1/2004
433. Many A Phrase Has The English Language 1/13/2003
434. Have Any Like Myself 1/13/2003
435. One Anguish—in A Crowd 1/1/2004
436. How Well I Knew Her Not 1/13/2003
437. Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine 1/13/2003
438. It's Like The Light, -- 5/15/2001
439. We Don'T Cry—tim And I 1/1/2004
440. She Sped As Petals Of A Rose 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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.

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  • 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.

  • Lawrence Beck Lawrence Beck (8/1/2010 7:46:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson was insane. Her 'poetry' is incoherent babble. Generations of gullible readers, mistaking incoherence for profundity, have celebrated dear Emily, and emulated her. In doing so, they have gravely injured American poetry.

  • Amy Marie Amy Marie (2/6/2010 2:38:00 PM)

    I love her Originality.. ;) Her dashes and capitalization are great!

  • fleur de lys (7/26/2009 5:04:00 PM)

    She is like a vestal virgin with devotional ties to her poetry.

  • Don Hagelberg (7/11/2009 4:17:00 PM)

    Poets can learn a great deal from Miss Emily.

    First they can learn that using predictable rhymes, they steal one half of the impact of surprise which Miss Emily achieves.

    In many on these instances, Miss Emily uses assonance and consonance instead of full male or female rhyme.

    No! Miss Emily is not a poet for the simple minded. On the contrary, she puts her own twist to the New England well read citizen of the early 1800's.

    She remains a poet of innovation and whould be recognized as such: old pattern breaker, new pattern maker.

    Don as 'Tauno'

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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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