Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

601. I Went To Heaven,-- 5/15/2001
602. I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine 1/13/2003
603. I Never Hear The Word 'Escape' 5/15/2001
604. Nature And God—i Neither Knew 1/1/2004
605. Love—is That Later Thing Than Death 1/13/2003
606. When I Hoped, I Recollect 1/13/2003
607. The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man, 5/15/2001
608. I Was The Slightest In The House 1/13/2003
609. Musicians Wrestle Everywhere 1/13/2003
610. I Asked No Other Thing 1/13/2003
611. God Is A Distant—stately Lover 1/1/2004
612. Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread 1/13/2003
613. I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes" 1/13/2003
614. Knows How To Forget! 1/13/2003
615. I Think I Was Enchanted 1/13/2003
616. I Know A Place Where Summer Strives 5/15/2001
617. "470" 5/6/2016
618. She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms, 5/15/2001
619. The Leaves Like Women Interchange 1/13/2003
620. To Learn The Transport By The Pain 1/13/2003
621. I'M Saying Every Day 1/13/2003
622. Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt 1/1/2004
623. To Be Alive—is Power 1/1/2004
624. Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles 1/13/2003
625. We Do Not Play On Graves 1/13/2003
626. My Friend Attacks My Friend! 1/13/2003
627. If I May Have It, When It's Dead 1/13/2003
628. God Permit Industrious Angels 5/14/2001
629. Till Death—is Narrow Loving 1/1/2004
630. How Sick—to Wait—in Any Place—but Thine 1/1/2004
631. I'Ve Seen A Dying Eye 1/13/2003
632. Pain 1/3/2003
633. Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith 1/13/2003
634. Love—is Anterior To Life 1/1/2004
635. If I Shouldn'T Be Alive 1/13/2003
636. It Would Have Starved A Gnat 1/13/2003
637. The Skies Can'T Keep Their Secret! 1/13/2003
638. The First Day's Night Had Come 1/13/2003
639. Make Me A Picture Of The Sun 1/13/2003
640. If Those I Loved Were Lost 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

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  • 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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