Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

721. The Bible Is An Antique Volume 1/13/2003
722. The Spider Holds A Silver Ball 1/3/2003
723. A Little Snow Was Here And There 1/8/2015
724. In Ebon Box, When Years Have Flown 1/13/2003
725. I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road 1/13/2003
726. I Would Not Paint—a Picture 1/1/2004
727. Two—were Immortal Twice 1/1/2004
728. The Cricket Sang, 5/15/2001
729. Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind 1/13/2003
730. Some Things That Fly There Be 1/13/2003
731. I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over 1/1/2004
732. I'M Saying Every Day 1/13/2003
733. I'M The Little "Heart's Ease" 1/13/2003
734. This Was A Poet&Mdash;It Is That 1/13/2003
735. I'M Ceded—i'Ve Stopped Being Theirs 1/1/2004
736. The First Day's Night Had Come 1/13/2003
737. In Rags Mysterious As These 1/13/2003
738. There Is A Flower That Bees Prefer 1/13/2003
739. We Learned The Whole Of Love 1/13/2003
740. How The Waters Closed Above Him 1/13/2003
741. This Consciousness That Is Aware 1/13/2003
742. Love&Mdash;Is Anterior To Life 1/13/2003
743. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn 5/15/2001
744. Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness 1/13/2003
745. Unit, Like Death, For Whom? 1/13/2003
746. Within My Reach! 1/13/2003
747. My River Runs To Thee 1/13/2003
748. I Came To Buy A Smile—today 1/1/2004
749. This World Is Not Conclusion 1/13/2003
750. The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean, 5/15/2001
751. Our Journey Had Advanced; 5/15/2001
752. The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man, 5/15/2001
753. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi 1/13/2003
754. I Felt My Life With Both My Hands 1/13/2003
755. On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose 1/13/2003
756. Grief Is A Mouse 1/13/2003
757. Going To Heaven! 1/13/2003
758. Uncertain Lease—develops Lustre 1/1/2004
759. She Rose To His Requirement 1/13/2003
760. It's All I Have To Bring Today 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:04:00 AM)

    One of the poets that hadn't noticed on early days. Generates philosophical
    messages in all her works

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

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

  • 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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