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. Taking Up The Fair Ideal 1/13/2003
845. The Battle Fought Between The Soul 1/13/2003
846. To My Small Hearth His Fire Came 1/13/2003
847. Embarrassment Of One Another 1/13/2003
848. You Said That I 1/1/2004
849. This Is My Letter To The World, 5/15/2001
850. Sown In Dishonor 1/13/2003
851. To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave 1/13/2003
852. Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered 1/1/2004
853. Nature, The Gentlest Mother, 5/15/2001
854. Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds 1/13/2003
855. 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch 1/13/2003
856. Give Little Anguish 1/13/2003
857. I Hide Myself Within My Flower 1/13/2003
858. 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died 1/13/2003
859. I Took My Power In My Hand 1/13/2003
860. Teach Him—when He Makes The Names 1/1/2004
861. In Winter In My Room 1/13/2003
862. The Chariot 4/28/2011
863. If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose 1/13/2003
864. They Say That 'Time Assuages, 5/15/2001
865. Nature Is What We See— 1/1/2004
866. Twas Such A Little—little Boat 1/1/2004
867. I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind 5/15/2001
868. Dropped Into The Ether Acre 1/13/2003
869. Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss 1/13/2003
870. Trust In The Unexpected 1/13/2003
871. You Constituted Time 1/13/2003
872. Glee—the Great Storm Is Over 1/1/2004
873. I Never Lost As Much But Twice 1/13/2003
874. It Was Too Late For Man 1/13/2003
875. From Us She Wandered Now A Year 1/13/2003
876. To Love Thee Year By Year 1/13/2003
877. It Troubled Me As Once I Was 1/13/2003
878. 'Twas Love—not Me 1/1/2004
879. Is It True, Dear Sue? 1/13/2003
880. It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow 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 Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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