Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

481. There Is A Word 1/13/2003
482. The Mountains—grow Unnoticed 1/1/2004
483. To Learn The Transport By The Pain 1/13/2003
484. So Has A Daisy Vanished 1/13/2003
485. The Luxury To Apprehend 1/13/2003
486. Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me 1/1/2004
487. He Gave Away His Life 1/13/2003
488. This Is The Land The Sunset Washes, 5/15/2001
489. Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night 1/13/2003
490. The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass 1/13/2003
491. Me! Come! My Dazzled Face 5/15/2001
492. Mine—by The Right Of The White Election! 1/1/2004
493. Love—thou Art High 1/1/2004
494. Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles 1/13/2003
495. Not In This World To See His Face 5/15/2001
496. One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only 1/1/2004
497. Not All Die Early, Dying Young 1/13/2003
498. It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature 1/1/2004
499. If This Is "Fading" 1/13/2003
500. His Feet Are Shod With Gauze 1/13/2003
501. I Rose—because He Sank 1/1/2004
502. I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack 1/13/2003
503. The Malay—took The Pearl 1/1/2004
504. Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits 1/13/2003
505. Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I 1/1/2004
506. The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were 1/13/2003
507. The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass 5/15/2001
508. Musicians Wrestle Everywhere 1/13/2003
509. 'Tis Good&Mdash;The Looking Back On Grief 1/13/2003
510. She Hideth Her The Last 1/13/2003
511. Perhaps You Think Me Stooping 1/13/2003
512. The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung 1/1/2004
513. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. 12/31/2002
514. Pain&Mdash;Expands The Time 1/13/2003
515. The Difference Between Despair 1/13/2003
516. The Manner Of Its Death 1/13/2003
517. Her&Mdash;"Last Poems" 1/13/2003
518. He Touched Me, So I Live To Know 1/13/2003
519. I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak 1/13/2003
520. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 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 Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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