Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

841. Home 1/3/2003
842. It Will Be Summer—eventually 1/1/2004
843. 'Twas The Old—road—through Pain 1/1/2004
844. If I Should Die 1/13/2003
845. To One Denied The Drink 1/13/2003
846. Inconceivably Solemn! 1/13/2003
847. To Venerate The Simple Days 1/13/2003
848. I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes 1/13/2003
849. To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass 1/13/2003
850. You Constituted Time 1/13/2003
851. To Lose Thee 11/21/2014
852. Glee—the Great Storm Is Over 1/1/2004
853. It Troubled Me As Once I Was 1/13/2003
854. Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered 1/1/2004
855. I Held A Jewel In My Fingers 1/13/2003
856. I Hide Myself Within My Flower 1/13/2003
857. 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died 1/13/2003
858. Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds 1/1/2004
859. I Cannot Live With You (No. 640) 1/20/2003
860. I Never Lost As Much But Twice 1/13/2003
861. Is It Dead—find It 1/1/2004
862. work For Immortality 1/1/2004
863. Escaping Backward To Perceive 1/13/2003
864. Split The Lark&Mdash;And You'Ll Find The Music 1/13/2003
865. It Was Too Late For Man 1/13/2003
866. To My Small Hearth His Fire Came 1/13/2003
867. To Own The Art Within The Soul 1/13/2003
868. To Love Thee Year By Year 1/13/2003
869. Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds 1/13/2003
870. Dropped Into The Ether Acre 1/13/2003
871. Give Little Anguish 1/13/2003
872. For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew 1/13/2003
873. One Year Ago—jots What? 1/1/2004
874. I Reason, Earth Is Short 1/13/2003
875. I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over 1/1/2004
876. 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch 1/13/2003
877. It Dropped So Low In My Regard 5/15/2001
878. 'Twas Love—not Me 1/1/2004
879. Twas Such A Little—little Boat 1/1/2004
880. Is It True, Dear Sue? 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • okeydokey #3 (1/14/2008 3:23:00 AM)

    ...she is...my all time favorite...there was nobody...ever...that was better suited to write poetry...she is freaking amazing...

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

    Woah she looks like a dude!

  • 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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