Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

601. The Pedigree Of Honey 5/15/2001
602. We Don'T Cry—tim And I 1/1/2004
603. Emancipation 12/3/2014
604. The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain 1/13/2003
605. This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life 1/13/2003
606. Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread 1/13/2003
607. The Winters Are So Short 1/13/2003
608. The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste 1/13/2003
609. To Die—takes Just A Little While 1/1/2004
610. Her Grace Is All She Has&Mdash; 1/13/2003
611. She Slept Beneath A Tree 1/13/2003
612. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise 1/13/2003
613. We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things 1/13/2003
614. The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were 1/13/2003
615. We Lose—because We Win 1/1/2004
616. Papa Above! 1/13/2003
617. The Robin Is The One 1/13/2003
618. When I Hoped, I Recollect 1/13/2003
619. They Dropped Like Flakes 5/15/2001
620. When Diamonds Are A Legend 1/13/2003
621. I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life 1/13/2003
622. We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple, 5/15/2001
623. I Meant To Have But Modest Needs 1/13/2003
624. Pain 1/3/2003
625. Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith 1/13/2003
626. Nature And God—i Neither Knew 1/1/2004
627. To Learn The Transport By The Pain 1/13/2003
628. Given In Marriage Unto Thee 1/13/2003
629. The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man, 5/15/2001
630. When I Count The Seeds 1/13/2003
631. The Bible Is An Antique Volume 1/13/2003
632. On A Columnar Self 1/13/2003
633. We Do Not Play On Graves 1/13/2003
634. The Love A Life Can Show Below 1/13/2003
635. Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush 5/15/2001
636. The Color Of The Grave Is Green 1/13/2003
637. My Portion Is Defeat—today 1/1/2004
638. I Am Ashamed—i Hide 1/1/2004
639. Make Me A Picture Of The Sun 1/13/2003
640. If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:46:00 PM)

    It's really amazing the number of poems she has written.

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    21 person did not like.
  • 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

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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