Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

601. One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only 1/1/2004
602. I Meant To Have But Modest Needs 1/13/2003
603. The Way I Read A Letter's—this 1/1/2004
604. I Never Felt At Home—below 1/1/2004
605. What Soft—cherubic Creatures 1/1/2004
606. There's Been A Death In The Opposite House 5/15/2001
607. With A Flower 1/2/2015
608. 'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So 1/13/2003
609. I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine 1/13/2003
610. I Never Hear The Word 'Escape' 5/15/2001
611. I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech 1/13/2003
612. Nature And God—i Neither Knew 1/1/2004
613. Love—is That Later Thing Than Death 1/13/2003
614. I Asked No Other Thing 1/13/2003
615. God Is A Distant—stately Lover 1/1/2004
616. Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread 1/13/2003
617. To Die—takes Just A Little While 1/1/2004
618. The Skies Can'T Keep Their Secret! 1/13/2003
619. I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes" 1/13/2003
620. I Saw No Way—the Heavens Were Stitched 1/1/2004
621. Knows How To Forget! 1/13/2003
622. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead 1/13/2003
623. She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms, 5/15/2001
624. The Leaves Like Women Interchange 1/13/2003
625. The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass 1/13/2003
626. Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt 1/1/2004
627. To Be Alive—is Power 1/1/2004
628. The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee 1/13/2003
629. We Do Not Play On Graves 1/13/2003
630. My Friend Attacks My Friend! 1/13/2003
631. On A Columnar Self 1/13/2003
632. God Permit Industrious Angels 5/14/2001
633. Till Death—is Narrow Loving 1/1/2004
634. The Day Came Slow 1/3/2003
635. Where Thou Art—that—is Home 1/1/2004
636. I'Ve Seen A Dying Eye 1/13/2003
637. Pain 1/3/2003
638. Myself Was Formed—a Carpenter 1/1/2004
639. Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith 1/13/2003
640. The Name—of It—is 'Autumn' 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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...

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  • 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

Ah, Teneriffe!

666

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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