Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

841. That Distance Was Between Us 1/13/2003
842. Escaping Backward To Perceive 1/13/2003
843. The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky 1/13/2003
844. Glee—the Great Storm Is Over 1/1/2004
845. The Battle Fought Between The Soul 1/13/2003
846. It Was Too Late For Man 1/13/2003
847. Taking Up The Fair Ideal 1/13/2003
848. To My Small Hearth His Fire Came 1/13/2003
849. Embarrassment Of One Another 1/13/2003
850. I Held A Jewel In My Fingers 1/13/2003
851. You Said That I 1/1/2004
852. To Love Thee Year By Year 1/13/2003
853. It Troubled Me As Once I Was 1/13/2003
854. Sown In Dishonor 1/13/2003
855. Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered 1/1/2004
856. Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds 1/13/2003
857. 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch 1/13/2003
858. Give Little Anguish 1/13/2003
859. 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died 1/13/2003
860. Is It True, Dear Sue? 1/13/2003
861. I Cannot Live With You (No. 640) 1/20/2003
862. I Took My Power In My Hand 1/13/2003
863. Teach Him—when He Makes The Names 1/1/2004
864. She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades 1/13/2003
865. Nature Is What We See— 1/1/2004
866. Twas Such A Little—little Boat 1/1/2004
867. Dropped Into The Ether Acre 1/13/2003
868. Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss 1/13/2003
869. To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave 1/13/2003
870. You Constituted Time 1/13/2003
871. Victory Comes Late 1/13/2003
872. If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose 1/13/2003
873. It Dropped So Low In My Regard 5/15/2001
874. 'Twas Love—not Me 1/1/2004
875. It Tossed—and Tossed 1/1/2004
876. It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow 1/13/2003
877. Nature, The Gentlest Mother, 5/15/2001
878. Fame Of Myself, To Justify 1/13/2003
879. Such Is The Force Of Happiness 1/13/2003
880. work For Immortality 1/1/2004

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

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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