Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

481. Had I Not This, Or This, I Said 1/13/2003
482. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead 1/13/2003
483. The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early 1/13/2003
484. The Service Without Hope 1/13/2003
485. The Judge Is Like The Owl 1/13/2003
486. The Dying Need But Little, Dear,-- 5/15/2001
487. The Manner Of Its Death 1/13/2003
488. The Only News I Know 1/13/2003
489. Through The Dark Sod—as Education 1/1/2004
490. On This Wondrous Sea 1/13/2003
491. The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock 1/13/2003
492. So Bashful When I Spied Her! 1/13/2003
493. I Shall Keep Singing! 1/13/2003
494. Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes 1/13/2003
495. It's Like The Light, -- 5/15/2001
496. Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine 1/13/2003
497. Of Bronze—and Blaze 1/1/2004
498. We Don'T Cry—tim And I 1/1/2004
499. She Sped As Petals Of A Rose 1/13/2003
500. So Set Its Sun In Thee 1/13/2003
501. No Rack Can Torture Me 1/13/2003
502. Of Course—i Prayed 1/1/2004
503. One Dignity Delays For All 1/13/2003
504. The Color Of A Queen, Is This 1/13/2003
505. To Hear An Oriole Sing 1/13/2003
506. The Sunset Stopped On Cottages 1/13/2003
507. New Feet Within My Garden Go 1/13/2003
508. I Keep My Pledge 1/13/2003
509. I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, 5/14/2001
510. Robbed By Death—but That Was Easy 1/1/2004
511. I Know Where Wells Grow—droughtless Wells 1/1/2004
512. Myself Was Formed—a Carpenter 1/1/2004
513. What Is— 1/1/2004
514. I Got So I Could Take His Name 1/13/2003
515. I Made Slow Riches But My Gain 1/13/2003
516. When Diamonds Are A Legend 1/13/2003
517. Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be 1/1/2004
518. 'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates 1/13/2003
519. It Would Have Starved A Gnat 1/13/2003
520. The Soul Unto Itself (683) 1/20/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:34:00 AM)

    Your poem reminded me of part of your surname

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  • 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

A Mien To Move A Queen


A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—

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