Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

641. Rest At Night 1/13/2003
642. Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread 1/13/2003
643. When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir 1/13/2003
644. I Had A Guinea Golden 1/13/2003
645. I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes" 1/13/2003
646. I Learned—at Least—what Home Could Be 1/1/2004
647. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi 1/13/2003
648. My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills 1/13/2003
649. Safe In Their Alabaster Chambers, 5/15/2001
650. They Dropped Like Flakes 5/15/2001
651. My Nosegays Are For Captives; 5/15/2001
652. To Be Alive—is Power 1/1/2004
653. We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple, 5/15/2001
654. The Color Of The Grave Is Green 1/13/2003
655. Mama Never Forgets Her Birds 1/13/2003
656. The Way I Read A Letter's—this 1/1/2004
657. Till Death—is Narrow Loving 1/1/2004
658. There Came A Day At Summer's Full 1/13/2003
659. Love&Mdash;Thou Art High 1/13/2003
660. The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were 1/13/2003
661. I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine 1/13/2003
662. I Asked No Other Thing 1/13/2003
663. I Know That He Exists 1/13/2003
664. God Made A Little Gentian 1/13/2003
665. I See Thee Better—in The Dark 1/1/2004
666. If Those I Loved Were Lost 1/13/2003
667. This Consciousness That Is Aware 1/13/2003
668. I Have A Bird In Spring 1/13/2003
669. "470" 5/6/2016
670. I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech 1/13/2003
671. I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides 1/13/2003
672. The Grass So Little Has To Do 1/3/2003
673. I Had No Cause To Be Awake 1/13/2003
674. Woodpecker, The 12/31/2002
675. How Many Times These Low Feet Staggered 1/13/2003
676. A Little Snow Was Here And There 1/8/2015
677. Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord, 5/15/2001
678. There's Been A Death In The Opposite House 5/15/2001
679. The Test Of Love—is Death 1/1/2004
680. She Died—this Was The Way She Died 1/1/2004

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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  • 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

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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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