Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

401. She Bore It Till The Simple Veins 1/13/2003
402. This Heart That Broke So Long 1/13/2003
403. Her— 1/1/2004
404. Wolfe Demanded During Dying 1/13/2003
405. Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead 1/13/2003
406. Great Caesar! Condescend 1/13/2003
407. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
408. The Power To Be True To You 1/13/2003
409. She Went As Quiet As The Dew 1/13/2003
410. I'Ll Clutch—and Clutch 1/1/2004
411. I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak 1/13/2003
412. To Interrupt His Yellow Plan 1/13/2003
413. My Period Had Come For Prayer 1/13/2003
414. So Well That I Can Live Without 1/13/2003
415. 'Tis Opposites&Mdash;Entice 1/13/2003
416. I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss 1/1/2004
417. When I Was Small, A Woman Died 1/13/2003
418. What Would I Give To See His Face? 1/13/2003
419. I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack 1/13/2003
420. The Soul's Superior Instants 1/13/2003
421. I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent 1/13/2003
422. Over The Fence 1/13/2003
423. Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering 1/13/2003
424. When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge 1/13/2003
425. There Is A Shame Of Nobleness 1/13/2003
426. I Should Have Been Too Glad, I See 1/13/2003
427. I Cannot Be Ashamed 1/13/2003
428. The Fingers Of The Light 1/13/2003
429. The Murmur Of A Bee 1/13/2003
430. The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—today 1/1/2004
431. We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing 1/1/2004
432. Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So 1/1/2004
433. One Life Of So Much Consequence! 1/13/2003
434. No Man Can Compass A Despair 1/13/2003
435. This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life 1/13/2003
436. How firm Eternity must look 4/6/2016
437. The Mountains—grow Unnoticed 1/1/2004
438. I Had Not Minded—walls 1/1/2004
439. I Gained It So 1/13/2003
440. Only God—detect The Sorrow 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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!

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  • 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.

  • 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!

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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