Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

761. In Lands I Never Saw—they Say 1/1/2004
762. Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure 1/13/2003
763. Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him-- 5/14/2001
764. Upon Concluded Lives 1/13/2003
765. Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed 1/1/2004
766. Under The Light, Yet Under 1/13/2003
767. This World Is Not Conclusion 1/13/2003
768. Too Little Way The House Must Lie 1/13/2003
769. He Fumbles At Your Spirit 5/14/2001
770. Impossibility, Like Wine 1/13/2003
771. Unfulfilled To Observation 1/13/2003
772. I Meant To Find Her When I Came 1/13/2003
773. Unto Me? I Do Not Know You— 1/1/2004
774. I Came To Buy A Smile—today 1/1/2004
775. He Fumbles At Your Soul 1/13/2003
776. I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet 1/13/2003
777. They Shut Me Up In Prose 1/3/2003
778. Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches 1/13/2003
779. 'Twould Ease—a Butterfly 1/1/2004
780. To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death 1/13/2003
781. God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, 12/31/2002
782. Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar 1/13/2003
783. I Held A Jewel In My Fingers 1/13/2003
784. That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet 1/13/2003
785. I Years Had Been From Home, 5/15/2001
786. Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven? 1/13/2003
787. 'Twas A Long Parting&Mdash;But The Time 1/13/2003
788. It Will Be Summer—eventually 1/1/2004
789. The Angle Of A Landscape 1/13/2003
790. You Cannot Put A Fire Out 1/13/2003
791. To Offer Brave Assistance 1/13/2003
792. To This World She Returned 1/13/2003
793. How Many Flowers Fail In Wood 1/13/2003
794. We Play At Paste, 12/31/2002
795. The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time 1/1/2004
796. I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes 1/13/2003
797. You Know That Portrait In The Moon 1/13/2003
798. Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush 5/15/2001
799. My Friend Must Be A Bird 1/13/2003
800. Life—is What We Make Of It 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

"Faith" Is A Fine Invention

185

"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

Read the full of "Faith" Is A Fine Invention

I Send Two Sunsets

308

I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—