Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

441. No Man Can Compass A Despair 1/13/2003
442. Sleep Is Supposed To Be 1/13/2003
443. One Life Of So Much Consequence! 1/13/2003
444. I Gained It So 1/13/2003
445. Only God—detect The Sorrow 1/1/2004
446. The Luxury To Apprehend 1/13/2003
447. He Forgot—and I—remembered 1/1/2004
448. Herein A Blossom Lies 1/13/2003
449. Patience—has A Quiet Outer 1/1/2004
450. The Only Ghost I Ever Saw 5/15/2001
451. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
452. This Is The Land The Sunset Washes, 5/15/2001
453. I Met A King This Afternoon! 1/13/2003
454. When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins 1/1/2004
455. Mine—by The Right Of The White Election! 1/1/2004
456. Me! Come! My Dazzled Face 5/15/2001
457. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
458. Went Up A Year This Evening! 1/13/2003
459. Gratitude—is Not The Mention 1/1/2004
460. I Cross Till I Am Weary 1/13/2003
461. The Malay—took The Pearl 1/1/2004
462. The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping 1/1/2004
463. Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I 1/1/2004
464. I Pay—in Satin Cash 1/1/2004
465. If The Foolish, Call Them "Flowers" 1/13/2003
466. With A Flower 1/2/2015
467. If Recollecting Were Forgetting 1/13/2003
468. We Talked As Girls Do 1/13/2003
469. On Such A Night, Or Such A Night 1/13/2003
470. I Could Suffice For Him, I Knew 1/13/2003
471. I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know 5/15/2001
472. Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea 1/13/2003
473. Musicians Wrestle Everywhere 1/13/2003
474. 'Tis Good&Mdash;The Looking Back On Grief 1/13/2003
475. The World&Mdash;Feels Dusty 1/13/2003
476. Light Is Sufficient To Itself 1/13/2003
477. Never For Society 1/13/2003
478. What Inn Is This 1/13/2003
479. Had I Not This, Or This, I Said 1/13/2003
480. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

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

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

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  • 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 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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