Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

841. I Reason, Earth Is Short 1/13/2003
842. If I Should Die 1/13/2003
843. Is It Dead—find It 1/1/2004
844. Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again? 1/13/2003
845. I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing 1/13/2003
846. Talk With Prudence To A Beggar 1/13/2003
847. That Distance Was Between Us 1/13/2003
848. Escaping Backward To Perceive 1/13/2003
849. The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky 1/13/2003
850. I Dreaded That First Robin, So 1/13/2003
851. It Was Too Late For Man 1/13/2003
852. Taking Up The Fair Ideal 1/13/2003
853. The Battle Fought Between The Soul 1/13/2003
854. To My Small Hearth His Fire Came 1/13/2003
855. Embarrassment Of One Another 1/13/2003
856. You Said That I 1/1/2004
857. To Love Thee Year By Year 1/13/2003
858. It Troubled Me As Once I Was 1/13/2003
859. Sown In Dishonor 1/13/2003
860. How Fortunate The Grave 1/13/2003
861. Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered 1/1/2004
862. Inconceivably Solemn! 1/13/2003
863. Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds 1/13/2003
864. 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch 1/13/2003
865. Give Little Anguish 1/13/2003
866. 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died 1/13/2003
867. Is It True, Dear Sue? 1/13/2003
868. I Cannot Live With You (No. 640) 1/20/2003
869. Teach Him—when He Makes The Names 1/1/2004
870. Nature Is What We See— 1/1/2004
871. Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds 1/1/2004
872. Dropped Into The Ether Acre 1/13/2003
873. Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss 1/13/2003
874. Trust In The Unexpected 1/13/2003
875. From Us She Wandered Now A Year 1/13/2003
876. I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes 1/13/2003
877. She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades 1/13/2003
878. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is 1/3/2003
879. It Dropped So Low In My Regard 5/15/2001
880. Such Is The Force Of Happiness 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    Woah she looks like a dude!

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  • 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 Send Two Sunsets


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—

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