Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

401. The Show Is Not The Show, 5/15/2001
402. The Manner Of Its Death 1/13/2003
403. Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave 1/13/2003
404. Artists Wrestled Here! 1/13/2003
405. The Hallowing Of Pain 1/13/2003
406. When The Astronomer Stops Seeking 1/13/2003
407. The White Heat 5/15/2001
408. The Dying Need But Little, Dear,-- 5/15/2001
409. The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film 5/15/2001
410. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
411. To My Small Hearth His Fire Came 1/13/2003
412. The Red—blaze—is The Morning 1/1/2004
413. I'Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee 1/13/2003
414. The Province Of The Saved 1/13/2003
415. Too Little Way The House Must Lie 1/13/2003
416. Love—is That Later Thing Than Death 1/13/2003
417. The Birds Reported From The South 1/13/2003
418. She Went As Quiet As The Dew 1/13/2003
419. They Ask But Our Delight 1/13/2003
420. I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick 1/13/2003
421. The Lonesome For They Know Not What 1/13/2003
422. This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life 1/13/2003
423. Unfulfilled To Observation 1/13/2003
424. In Lands I Never Saw—they Say 1/1/2004
425. Endow The Living—with The Tears 1/1/2004
426. No Man Can Compass A Despair 1/13/2003
427. I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing 1/13/2003
428. One Life Of So Much Consequence! 1/13/2003
429. Sleep Is Supposed To Be 1/13/2003
430. Talk With Prudence To A Beggar 1/13/2003
431. The Day That I Was Crowned 1/13/2003
432. Two—were Immortal Twice 1/1/2004
433. We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing 1/1/2004
434. We Don'T Cry—tim And I 1/1/2004
435. Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So 1/1/2004
436. Uncertain Lease—develops Lustre 1/1/2004
437. Perhaps You Think Me Stooping 1/13/2003
438. Some Such Butterfly Be Seen 1/13/2003
439. Of Bronze—and Blaze 1/1/2004
440. The Veins Of Other Flowers 1/13/2003

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  • X X (5/2/2009 7:56:00 AM)

    I enjoy her work but there are too many dashes in some and it gets very distracting in my opinion.

  • James Pierrelee (3/2/2009 11:07:00 AM)

    After reading about 25 of her 'poems', I am not surprised that fewer than 12 were ever published during her lifetime. Her sister should have kept her promise and burned them.

  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:04:00 AM)

    One of the poets that hadn't noticed on early days. Generates philosophical
    messages in all her works

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:54:00 AM)

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

  • 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..

  • 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...

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    a truly amazing poet!

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

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

Ah, Teneriffe!

666

Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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