Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

521. Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be 1/1/2004
522. "470" 5/6/2016
523. The Good Will Of A Flower 1/13/2003
524. It Would Have Starved A Gnat 1/13/2003
525. The Chemical Conviction 1/13/2003
526. The Soul Unto Itself (683) 1/20/2003
527. When Night Is Almost Done 1/13/2003
528. In This Short Life 5/3/2013
529. On A Columnar Self 1/13/2003
530. I Went To Heaven,-- 5/15/2001
531. Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared 1/13/2003
532. Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle 1/13/2003
533. I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet 1/13/2003
534. I Cannot Buy It—'Tis Not Sold 1/1/2004
535. One And One—are One 1/1/2004
536. We Talked As Girls Do 1/13/2003
537. I Had Some Things That I Called Mine 1/13/2003
538. The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek 1/13/2003
539. When I Hoped, I Recollect 1/13/2003
540. God Is A Distant—stately Lover 1/1/2004
541. Glowing Is Her Bonnet 1/13/2003
542. To Die—takes Just A Little While 1/1/2004
543. Good Night! Which Put The Candle Out? 5/14/2001
544. The Pedigree Of Honey 5/15/2001
545. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives 5/15/2001
546. I Tend My Flowers For Thee 1/13/2003
547. There Is A Word 1/13/2003
548. The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—today 1/1/2004
549. The Fingers Of The Light 1/13/2003
550. Our Lives Are Swiss 1/3/2003
551. I Gained It So 1/13/2003
552. To Learn The Transport By The Pain 1/13/2003
553. So Has A Daisy Vanished 1/13/2003
554. Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me 1/1/2004
555. The Only Ghost I Ever Saw 5/15/2001
556. Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night 1/13/2003
557. The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass 1/13/2003
558. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
559. If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now 1/13/2003
560. Mama Never Forgets Her Birds 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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..

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  • 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

And This Of All My Hopes


And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root

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