Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

601. He Was Weak, And I Was Strong—then 1/1/2004
602. If Those I Loved Were Lost 1/13/2003
603. The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste 1/13/2003
604. I Live With Him—i See His Face 1/1/2004
605. The Winters Are So Short 1/13/2003
606. I Had A Guinea Golden 1/13/2003
607. She Sped As Petals Of A Rose 1/13/2003
608. The Child's Faith Is New 1/13/2003
609. I Ment To Find Her When I Came; 5/15/2001
610. The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain 1/13/2003
611. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise 1/13/2003
612. There Is A Word 1/13/2003
613. I Watched The Moon Around The House (629) 1/20/2003
614. Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind 1/13/2003
615. What Is— 1/1/2004
616. My Nosegays Are For Captives; 5/15/2001
617. The Soul Unto Itself (683) 1/20/2003
618. The Robin's My Criterion For Tune 1/13/2003
619. Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours 1/13/2003
620. We Lose—because We Win 1/1/2004
621. I Cannot Buy It—'Tis Not Sold 1/1/2004
622. She Died—this Was The Way She Died 1/1/2004
623. If It Had No Pencil 1/13/2003
624. If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose 1/13/2003
625. Love&Mdash;Thou Art High 1/13/2003
626. I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road 1/13/2003
627. Given In Marriage Unto Thee 1/13/2003
628. I'M Sorry For The Dead—today 1/1/2004
629. While It Is Alive 1/13/2003
630. I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes" 1/13/2003
631. The Sun—just Touched The Morning 1/1/2004
632. I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, 5/14/2001
633. The Day Came Slow 1/3/2003
634. Our Lives Are Swiss 1/3/2003
635. My Worthiness Is All My Doubt 1/13/2003
636. Some Things That Fly There Be 1/13/2003
637. I Years Had Been From Home, 5/15/2001
638. To Die 1/3/2003
639. When I Was Small, A Woman Died 1/13/2003
640. I'M Saying Every Day 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:54:00 AM)

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

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  • Rosa Jamali (6/1/2008 2:30:00 PM)

    Philosophy and thoughts coming through poetry, so precious, the way she treats the words with a gentle decent vioce..

  • 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...

  • 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!


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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