Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

761. I Stepped From Plank To Plank 5/15/2001
762. I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet 1/13/2003
763. To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death 1/13/2003
764. The Spider Holds A Silver Ball 1/3/2003
765. 'Twould Ease—a Butterfly 1/1/2004
766. These Are The Days When Birds Come Back 1/13/2003
767. Life—is What We Make Of It 1/1/2004
768. Within My Garden, Rides A Bird 1/13/2003
769. In Lands I Never Saw—they Say 1/1/2004
770. To Offer Brave Assistance 1/13/2003
771. I'M The Little 1/1/2004
772. Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure 1/13/2003
773. Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him-- 5/14/2001
774. Upon Concluded Lives 1/13/2003
775. There Is A Pain—so Utter 1/1/2004
776. Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed 1/1/2004
777. Under The Light, Yet Under 1/13/2003
778. God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, 12/31/2002
779. If I Should Die 1/13/2003
780. If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose 1/13/2003
781. I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend 1/13/2003
782. He Fumbles At Your Spirit 5/14/2001
783. That Is Solemn We Have Ended 1/13/2003
784. The Last Night That She Lived 1/13/2003
785. We Play At Paste, 12/31/2002
786. The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time 1/1/2004
787. Impossibility, Like Wine 1/13/2003
788. Unfulfilled To Observation 1/13/2003
789. I Meant To Find Her When I Came 1/13/2003
790. The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound 1/13/2003
791. Unto Me? I Do Not Know You— 1/1/2004
792. How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset 1/13/2003
793. How Many Flowers Fail In Wood 1/13/2003
794. The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean, 5/15/2001
795. Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches 1/13/2003
796. To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave 1/13/2003
797. I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing 1/13/2003
798. I Can Wade Grief 1/13/2003
799. Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar 1/13/2003
800. I Held A Jewel In My Fingers 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

And This Of All My Hopes


And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root

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