Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

481. Have Any Like Myself 1/13/2003
482. 'Tis One By One — The Father Counts 1/13/2003
483. 'Tis Sunrise&Mdash;Little Maid&Mdash;Hast Thou 1/13/2003
484. If The Foolish, Call Them "Flowers" 1/13/2003
485. I Pay—in Satin Cash 1/1/2004
486. The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were 1/13/2003
487. Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea 1/13/2003
488. Of Being Is A Bird 1/13/2003
489. She Hideth Her The Last 1/13/2003
490. Perhaps You Think Me Stooping 1/13/2003
491. The Love A Life Can Show Below 1/13/2003
492. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. 12/31/2002
493. My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills 1/13/2003
494. I Read My Sentence—steadily 1/1/2004
495. The Service Without Hope 1/13/2003
496. The Difference Between Despair 1/13/2003
497. They Put Us Far Apart 1/13/2003
498. Promise This—when You Be Dying 1/1/2004
499. Her&Mdash;"Last Poems" 1/13/2003
500. The Woodpecker 1/3/2003
501. Her— 1/1/2004
502. If Blame Be My Side—forfeit Me 1/1/2004
503. I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak 1/13/2003
504. To Interrupt His Yellow Plan 1/13/2003
505. 'Tis Opposites&Mdash;Entice 1/13/2003
506. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
507. How firm Eternity must look 4/6/2016
508. The Sun Is Gay Or Stark 1/13/2003
509. The Soul That Hath A Guest 1/13/2003
510. If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing 1/13/2003
511. Savior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell 1/13/2003
512. Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not 1/13/2003
513. I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent 1/13/2003
514. The Soul's Superior Instants 1/13/2003
515. Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked 1/13/2003
516. She Slept Beneath A Tree 1/13/2003
517. I Know Lives, I Could Miss 1/13/2003
518. The Whole Of It Came Not At Once 1/13/2003
519. One Dignity Delays For All 1/13/2003
520. The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain 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

I Send Two Sunsets

308

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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