Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

801. How Many Flowers Fail In Wood 1/13/2003
802. I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes 1/13/2003
803. Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush 5/15/2001
804. My Friend Must Be A Bird 1/13/2003
805. I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over 1/1/2004
806. I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet 1/13/2003
807. To Venerate The Simple Days 1/13/2003
808. I Stepped From Plank To Plank 5/15/2001
809. Two Travellers Perishing In Snow 1/13/2003
810. South Winds Jostle Them 1/13/2003
811. A lane of Yellow led the eye 9/7/2015
812. I Never Lost As Much But Twice 1/13/2003
813. It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation 1/13/2003
814. To One Denied The Drink 1/13/2003
815. Inconceivably Solemn! 1/13/2003
816. You Cannot Put A Fire Out 1/13/2003
817. Good Morning—midnight 1/1/2004
818. I'M Sorry For The Dead—today 1/1/2004
819. I'M The Little 1/1/2004
820. He Fumbles At Your Soul 1/13/2003
821. To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass 1/13/2003
822. I Hide Myself Within My Flower 1/13/2003
823. Victory Comes Late 1/13/2003
824. To Lose Thee 11/21/2014
825. The Moon Was But A Chin Of Gold 1/13/2003
826. To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred; 5/15/2001
827. Unto My Books—so Good To Turn 1/1/2004
828. Take Your Heaven Further On 1/13/2003
829. She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades 1/13/2003
830. They Say That 'Time Assuages, 5/15/2001
831. To Own The Art Within The Soul 1/13/2003
832. I Reason, Earth Is Short 1/13/2003
833. To Put This World Down, Like A Bundle 1/13/2003
834. Is It Dead—find It 1/1/2004
835. Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again? 1/13/2003
836. Talk With Prudence To A Beggar 1/13/2003
837. That After Horror—that 'Twas Us 1/1/2004
838. That Distance Was Between Us 1/13/2003
839. Escaping Backward To Perceive 1/13/2003
840. The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean, 5/15/2001

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

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  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:34:00 AM)

    Your poem reminded me of part of your surname

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  • 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.

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    24 person did not like.
Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?


"Why do I love" You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth ...

Read the full of "Why Do I Love" You, Sir?

A Mien To Move A Queen


A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—

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