Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

721. The Cricket Sang, 5/15/2001
722. Our Lives Are Swiss 1/3/2003
723. My Worthiness Is All My Doubt 1/13/2003
724. Grief Is A Mouse 1/13/2003
725. The Difference Between Despair 1/13/2003
726. The Sun—just Touched The Morning 1/1/2004
727. Me From Myself—to Banish 1/1/2004
728. Without This—there Is Nought 1/1/2004
729. I Am Alive - I Guess 1/1/2004
730. This World Is Not Conclusion 1/13/2003
731. Unit, Like Death, For Whom? 1/13/2003
732. I'M "Wife"&Mdash;I'Ve Finished That 1/13/2003
733. I'M Sorry For The Dead—today 1/1/2004
734. The Soul Has Bandaged Moments 1/13/2003
735. The Heart Asks Pleasure First 5/15/2001
736. We Can But Follow To The Sun 1/13/2003
737. In Rags Mysterious As These 1/13/2003
738. I Came To Buy A Smile—today 1/1/2004
739. We Learned The Whole Of Love 1/13/2003
740. I Felt My Life With Both My Hands 1/13/2003
741. If Your Nerve, Deny You 1/13/2003
742. Uncertain Lease—develops Lustre 1/1/2004
743. Pain Has An Element Of Blank; 5/15/2001
744. My Garden—like The Beach 1/1/2004
745. I See Thee Better—in The Dark 1/1/2004
746. To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death 1/13/2003
747. My River Runs To Thee 1/13/2003
748. You Cannot Put A Fire Out 1/13/2003
749. The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound 1/13/2003
750. Life—is What We Make Of It 1/1/2004
751. I Years Had Been From Home, 5/15/2001
752. She Rose To His Requirement 1/13/2003
753. I'M Ceded—i'Ve Stopped Being Theirs 1/1/2004
754. To Offer Brave Assistance 1/13/2003
755. I'M The Little 1/1/2004
756. Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure 1/13/2003
757. Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him-- 5/14/2001
758. Upon Concluded Lives 1/13/2003
759. Under The Light, Yet Under 1/13/2003
760. Within My Reach! 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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..

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  • 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

I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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