Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

761. Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar 1/13/2003
762. I Felt My Life With Both My Hands 1/13/2003
763. Within My Garden, Rides A Bird 1/13/2003
764. In Lands I Never Saw—they Say 1/1/2004
765. Wait Till The Majesty Of Death 1/13/2003
766. Under The Light, Yet Under 1/13/2003
767. They Shut Me Up In Prose 1/3/2003
768. She Rose To His Requirement 1/13/2003
769. The Chariot 4/28/2011
770. Our Journey Had Advanced; 5/15/2001
771. Unto My Books—so Good To Turn 1/1/2004
772. That Is Solemn We Have Ended 1/13/2003
773. To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred; 5/15/2001
774. The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time 1/1/2004
775. Impossibility, Like Wine 1/13/2003
776. The Sun—just Touched The Morning 1/1/2004
777. I Meant To Find Her When I Came 1/13/2003
778. How The Waters Closed Above Him 1/13/2003
779. How Many Flowers Fail In Wood 1/13/2003
780. The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound 1/13/2003
781. I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet 1/13/2003
782. I Had No Time To Hate, Because 5/15/2001
783. Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches 1/13/2003
784. The Heart Asks Pleasure First 5/15/2001
785. There Is A Pain—so Utter 1/1/2004
786. Two Travellers Perishing In Snow 1/13/2003
787. It's All I Have To Bring Today 1/13/2003
788. That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet 1/13/2003
789. I Reckon—when I Count It All 1/1/2004
790. These Are The Days When Birds Come Back 1/13/2003
791. Life—is What We Make Of It 1/1/2004
792. Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven? 1/13/2003
793. 'Twas A Long Parting&Mdash;But The Time 1/13/2003
794. It Will Be Summer—eventually 1/1/2004
795. I Came To Buy A Smile—today 1/1/2004
796. Going To Heaven! 1/13/2003
797. To This World She Returned 1/13/2003
798. To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass 1/13/2003
799. Victory Comes Late 1/13/2003
800. To Lose Thee 11/21/2014

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Dana Tyrrell (6/11/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    a truly amazing poet!

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  • 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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