Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

561. I Tend My Flowers For Thee 1/13/2003
562. The Fingers Of The Light 1/13/2003
563. Our Lives Are Swiss 1/3/2003
564. To Learn The Transport By The Pain 1/13/2003
565. Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me 1/1/2004
566. The Only Ghost I Ever Saw 5/15/2001
567. Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night 1/13/2003
568. The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass 1/13/2003
569. Love—thou Art High 1/1/2004
570. Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles 1/13/2003
571. Mama Never Forgets Her Birds 1/13/2003
572. The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee 1/13/2003
573. We Do Not Play On Graves 1/13/2003
574. Where Thou Art—that—is Home 1/1/2004
575. If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose 1/13/2003
576. The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were 1/13/2003
577. The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass 5/15/2001
578. When I Count The Seeds 1/13/2003
579. The Good Will Of A Flower 1/13/2003
580. The Robin Is The One 1/13/2003
581. She Hideth Her The Last 1/13/2003
582. Perhaps You Think Me Stooping 1/13/2003
583. The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung 1/1/2004
584. Emancipation 12/3/2014
585. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. 12/31/2002
586. My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills 1/13/2003
587. The Difference Between Despair 1/13/2003
588. Her&Mdash;"Last Poems" 1/13/2003
589. Promise This—when You Be Dying 1/1/2004
590. I Am Ashamed—i Hide 1/1/2004
591. He Touched Me, So I Live To Know 1/13/2003
592. He Was Weak, And I Was Strong—then 1/1/2004
593. The Sunrise Runs For Both 1/13/2003
594. The Sun Kept Setting—setting—still 1/1/2004
595. I Live With Him—i See His Face 1/1/2004
596. The Winters Are So Short 1/13/2003
597. The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste 1/13/2003
598. The Child's Faith Is New 1/13/2003
599. How Many Times These Low Feet Staggered 1/13/2003
600. Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked 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

I Send Two Sunsets


I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—

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