Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

441. I Cannot Be Ashamed 1/13/2003
442. I Gained It So 1/13/2003
443. I Had Not Minded—walls 1/1/2004
444. The Mountains—grow Unnoticed 1/1/2004
445. Only God—detect The Sorrow 1/1/2004
446. Just Lost, When I Was Saved! 1/13/2003
447. Herein A Blossom Lies 1/13/2003
448. Partake As Doth The Bee 1/13/2003
449. The Luxury To Apprehend 1/13/2003
450. He Forgot—and I—remembered 1/1/2004
451. The Only Ghost I Ever Saw 5/15/2001
452. This Is The Land The Sunset Washes, 5/15/2001
453. Who Were 'The Father And The Son' 3/3/2015
454. I Met A King This Afternoon! 1/13/2003
455. Love—thou Art High 1/1/2004
456. Mine—by The Right Of The White Election! 1/1/2004
457. Me! Come! My Dazzled Face 5/15/2001
458. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
459. One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only 1/1/2004
460. Went Up A Year This Evening! 1/13/2003
461. I Cross Till I Am Weary 1/13/2003
462. The Malay—took The Pearl 1/1/2004
463. The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping 1/1/2004
464. Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I 1/1/2004
465. I Pay—in Satin Cash 1/1/2004
466. With A Flower 1/2/2015
467. We Talked As Girls Do 1/13/2003
468. The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb 1/13/2003
469. On Such A Night, Or Such A Night 1/13/2003
470. I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know 5/15/2001
471. I Could Suffice For Him, I Knew 1/13/2003
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. So Proud She Was To Die 5/15/2001
480. Had I Not This, Or This, I Said 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

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

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

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  • 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...

  • 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 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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