Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

521. The Soul Unto Itself (683) 1/20/2003
522. Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower 1/13/2003
523. The Truth—is Stirless 1/1/2004
524. When Night Is Almost Done 1/13/2003
525. We Lose—because We Win 1/1/2004
526. So Much Summer 1/13/2003
527. I Went To Heaven,-- 5/15/2001
528. Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared 1/13/2003
529. Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle 1/13/2003
530. I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet 1/13/2003
531. I Cannot Buy It—'Tis Not Sold 1/1/2004
532. One And One—are One 1/1/2004
533. 'Tis Opposites&Mdash;Entice 1/13/2003
534. When I Hoped, I Recollect 1/13/2003
535. The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek 1/13/2003
536. We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple, 5/15/2001
537. I Found The Phrase To Every Thought 5/15/2001
538. God Is A Distant—stately Lover 1/1/2004
539. We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower 1/13/2003
540. Glowing Is Her Bonnet 1/13/2003
541. Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering 1/13/2003
542. The Soul's Superior Instants 1/13/2003
543. I Play At Riches—to Appease 1/1/2004
544. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives 5/15/2001
545. The Pedigree Of Honey 5/15/2001
546. I Tend My Flowers For Thee 1/13/2003
547. One Life Of So Much Consequence! 1/13/2003
548. This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life 1/13/2003
549. Our Lives Are Swiss 1/3/2003
550. The Outer—from The Inner 1/1/2004
551. So Has A Daisy Vanished 1/13/2003
552. To Learn The Transport By The Pain 1/13/2003
553. Partake As Doth The Bee 1/13/2003
554. Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me 1/1/2004
555. Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night 1/13/2003
556. The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass 1/13/2003
557. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
558. Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles 1/13/2003
559. Mama Never Forgets Her Birds 1/13/2003
560. We Do Not Play On Graves 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Dana Tyrrell (6/11/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    a truly amazing poet!

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  • 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

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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