Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

521. On A Columnar Self 1/13/2003
522. One And One—are One 1/1/2004
523. I Never Told The Buried Gold 1/13/2003
524. Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle 1/13/2003
525. I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet 1/13/2003
526. The Poets Light But Lamps 1/13/2003
527. He Touched Me, So I Live To Know 1/13/2003
528. Papa Above! 1/13/2003
529. The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock 1/13/2003
530. The Power To Be True To You 1/13/2003
531. So Bashful When I Spied Her! 1/13/2003
532. I Got So I Could Take His Name 1/13/2003
533. The Soul That Hath A Guest 1/13/2003
534. We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower 1/13/2003
535. The Soul's Superior Instants 1/13/2003
536. I Ment To Find Her When I Came; 5/15/2001
537. Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked 1/13/2003
538. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise 1/13/2003
539. The Doomed—regard The Sunrise 1/1/2004
540. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives 5/15/2001
541. The Fingers Of The Light 1/13/2003
542. The Sunset Stopped On Cottages 1/13/2003
543. I Gained It So 1/13/2003
544. The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea 1/13/2003
545. Musicians Wrestle Everywhere 1/13/2003
546. My Portion Is Defeat—today 1/1/2004
547. Light Is Sufficient To Itself 1/13/2003
548. I Cried At Pity—not At Pain 1/1/2004
549. They Dropped Like Flakes 5/15/2001
550. I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life 1/13/2003
551. A Counterfeit - a Plated Person - 4/7/2016
552. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
553. The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early 1/13/2003
554. The Judge Is Like The Owl 1/13/2003
555. Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles 1/13/2003
556. I Meant To Have But Modest Needs 1/13/2003
557. It Would Have Starved A Gnat 1/13/2003
558. I Never Felt At Home—below 1/1/2004
559. We Lose—because We Win 1/1/2004
560. The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    Woah she looks like a dude!

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  • 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

Ah, Teneriffe!


Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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