Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

401. A Counterfeit - a Plated Person - 4/7/2016
402. Like Brooms of Steel 8/13/2016
403. We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act 1/1/2004
404. Should You But Fail At—sea 1/1/2004
405. Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear 1/1/2004
406. Of Being Is A Bird 1/13/2003
407. We Cover Thee—sweet Face 1/1/2004
408. The Good Will Of A Flower 1/13/2003
409. I'M 1/1/2004
410. Joy To Have Merited The Pain 1/13/2003
411. Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower 1/13/2003
412. She Bore It Till The Simple Veins 1/13/2003
413. This Heart That Broke So Long 1/13/2003
414. Her— 1/1/2004
415. Wolfe Demanded During Dying 1/13/2003
416. Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead 1/13/2003
417. The Power To Be True To You 1/13/2003
418. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
419. She Went As Quiet As The Dew 1/13/2003
420. I'Ll Clutch—and Clutch 1/1/2004
421. I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak 1/13/2003
422. To Interrupt His Yellow Plan 1/13/2003
423. My Period Had Come For Prayer 1/13/2003
424. So Well That I Can Live Without 1/13/2003
425. I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss 1/1/2004
426. When I Was Small, A Woman Died 1/13/2003
427. What Would I Give To See His Face? 1/13/2003
428. There Is A Finished Feeling 1/13/2003
429. I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent 1/13/2003
430. Over The Fence 1/13/2003
431. Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering 1/13/2003
432. When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge 1/13/2003
433. I Cannot Be Ashamed 1/13/2003
434. The Murmur Of A Bee 1/13/2003
435. The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—today 1/1/2004
436. Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So 1/1/2004
437. We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing 1/1/2004
438. No Man Can Compass A Despair 1/13/2003
439. This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life 1/13/2003
440. Sleep Is Supposed To Be 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Rosa Jamali (6/1/2008 2:30:00 PM)

    Philosophy and thoughts coming through poetry, so precious, the way she treats the words with a gentle decent vioce..

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  • okeydokey #3 (1/14/2008 3:23:00 AM)

    ...she is...my all time favorite...there was nobody...ever...that was better suited to write poetry...she is freaking amazing...

  • Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    Woah she looks like a dude!

  • Dana Tyrrell (6/11/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    a truly amazing poet!

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:46:00 PM)

    It's really amazing the number of poems she has written.

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:34:00 AM)

    Your poem reminded me of part of your surname

  • Theodora Onken (1/16/2005 10:33:00 PM)

    I have always loved Emily Dickinson. She was so quiet and introspective, but had such a gentle gift with words. She spent many an Amherst day writing about the things that touched her so much, and of course, the bee, and nature were amongst her favorite topics. Her gift of writing was discovered later, which is a true shame.

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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