Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

561. The Difference Between Despair 1/13/2003
562. The Manner Of Its Death 1/13/2003
563. The Only Ghost I Ever Saw 5/15/2001
564. I Never Told The Buried Gold 1/13/2003
565. If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now 1/13/2003
566. The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek 1/13/2003
567. The Soul That Hath A Guest 1/13/2003
568. I Live With Him—i See His Face 1/1/2004
569. The Winters Are So Short 1/13/2003
570. Her Grace Is All She Has&Mdash; 1/13/2003
571. When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir 1/13/2003
572. She Sped As Petals Of A Rose 1/13/2003
573. With A Flower 1/2/2015
574. The Pedigree Of Honey 5/15/2001
575. New Feet Within My Garden Go 1/13/2003
576. On A Columnar Self 1/13/2003
577. I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, 5/14/2001
578. The Feet Of People Walking Home 1/13/2003
579. I Cried At Pity—not At Pain 1/1/2004
580. My Nosegays Are For Captives; 5/15/2001
581. The Color Of The Grave Is Green 1/13/2003
582. We Do Not Play On Graves 1/13/2003
583. Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours 1/13/2003
584. The Soul's Superior Instants 1/13/2003
585. So Much Summer 1/13/2003
586. Love&Mdash;Thou Art High 1/13/2003
587. It's Like The Light, -- 5/15/2001
588. 'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So 1/13/2003
589. Given In Marriage Unto Thee 1/13/2003
590. I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes" 1/13/2003
591. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. 12/31/2002
592. Knows How To Forget! 1/13/2003
593. I Keep My Pledge 1/13/2003
594. The Day Came Slow 1/3/2003
595. There Is A Word 1/13/2003
596. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives 5/15/2001
597. Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord, 5/15/2001
598. When Diamonds Are A Legend 1/13/2003
599. Our Lives Are Swiss 1/3/2003
600. She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms, 5/15/2001

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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