Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

561. When I Count The Seeds 1/13/2003
562. Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea 1/13/2003
563. The Robin Is The One 1/13/2003
564. What Inn Is This 1/13/2003
565. When Diamonds Are A Legend 1/13/2003
566. She Hideth Her The Last 1/13/2003
567. Perhaps You Think Me Stooping 1/13/2003
568. The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung 1/1/2004
569. Emancipation 12/3/2014
570. The Love A Life Can Show Below 1/13/2003
571. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. 12/31/2002
572. My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills 1/13/2003
573. The Difference Between Despair 1/13/2003
574. Her&Mdash;"Last Poems" 1/13/2003
575. Promise This—when You Be Dying 1/1/2004
576. The Pedigree Of Honey 5/15/2001
577. He Touched Me, So I Live To Know 1/13/2003
578. He Was Weak, And I Was Strong—then 1/1/2004
579. The Sun Kept Setting—setting—still 1/1/2004
580. The Winters Are So Short 1/13/2003
581. The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste 1/13/2003
582. The Child's Faith Is New 1/13/2003
583. Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked 1/13/2003
584. I Ment To Find Her When I Came; 5/15/2001
585. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise 1/13/2003
586. I Rose—because He Sank 1/1/2004
587. My Portion Is Defeat—today 1/1/2004
588. I Prayed, At First, A Little Girl 1/13/2003
589. The Feet Of People Walking Home 1/13/2003
590. I Got So I Could Take His Name 1/13/2003
591. I Cried At Pity—not At Pain 1/1/2004
592. I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life 1/13/2003
593. I Meant To Have But Modest Needs 1/13/2003
594. The Way I Read A Letter's—this 1/1/2004
595. I Never Felt At Home—below 1/1/2004
596. We Lose—because We Win 1/1/2004
597. There's Been A Death In The Opposite House 5/15/2001
598. I Went To Thank Her 1/13/2003
599. The Woodpecker 1/3/2003
600. 'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:16:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the original. This poem exists in transcript only, the original manuscript having been lost, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

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  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:14:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the one transcript of this poem extant. No autograph copy of this poem is known, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

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  • Sylvaonyema Uba Sylvaonyema Uba (1/26/2017 4:00:00 PM)

    Images of beauty and life depicted in this poem. Sylva-Onyema Uba.

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  • Geoff Dunstone (7/14/2016 4:38:00 AM)

    a brilliant and enigmatic poet

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  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (6/22/2016 10:49:00 AM)

    This poet will never come back again

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  • Brendan O'Brien (3/12/2016 2:52:00 AM)

    A word is dead when it is said some say
    I say it only starts to live that dayHow wonderfully accurate, and how beautifully stated.

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  • Muteesasira Juma Muteesasira Juma (12/26/2015 12:31:00 AM)

    she was really wonderful

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/16/2015 5:12:00 AM)

    ''We never know how high we are
    Till we are asked to rise''
    Emily Dickinson (1176)

    beautiful words.. and a great truth..

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  • Nirmal Upadhyaya (11/7/2015 11:47:00 AM)

    Emily is one of best poets I adore.

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  • Laurie Flynn (8/13/2015 4:41:00 PM)

    To me, Emily Dickinson is one of the most insightful poets, in fact writers, that has even blessed the English language. Her remarkable understanding of emotions and feelings make her pieces timeless and, furthermore, a crutch for those in need of support when they can't quite work out their own. Hopeful yet realistic, beautiful yet dark and even witty, Dickinson is truly a remarkable character and it's reflected in her poetry.

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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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