Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

881. Experience Is The Angled Road 1/13/2003
882. I Reason, Earth Is Short 1/13/2003
883. It Troubled Me As Once I Was 1/13/2003
884. Soto! Explore Thyself! 1/13/2003
885. Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds 1/13/2003
886. Good Morning—midnight 1/1/2004
887. You Love The Lord—you Cannot See 1/1/2004
888. Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost 1/13/2003
889. Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss 1/13/2003
890. Exhilaration—is Within 1/1/2004
891. For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew 1/13/2003
892. I Cannot Live With You (No. 640) 1/20/2003
893. Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave 1/13/2003
894. She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades 1/13/2003
895. It Tossed—and Tossed 1/1/2004
896. It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow 1/13/2003
897. It Don'T Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did 1/1/2004
898. Drab Habitation Of Whom? 1/13/2003
899. Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below! 1/13/2003
900. Trust In The Unexpected 1/13/2003
901. Forget! The Lady With The Amulet 1/13/2003
902. It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone 1/13/2003
903. Each Scar I'Ll Keep For Him 1/13/2003
904. Garland For Queens, May Be 1/13/2003
905. By Such And Such An Offering 1/13/2003
906. Conjecturing A Climate 1/13/2003
907. Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie 1/1/2004
908. Elysium Is As Far As To 5/14/2001
909. In Winter In My Room 1/13/2003
910. Frequently The Wood Are Pink 1/13/2003
911. Finite—to Fail, But Infinite To Venture 1/1/2004
912. Nobody Knows This Little Rose 1/13/2003
913. But Little Carmine Hath Her Face 1/13/2003
914. Such Is The Force Of Happiness 1/13/2003
915. Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning 1/13/2003
916. Snow Flakes 1/13/2003
917. I Took My Power In My Hand 1/13/2003
918. Sweet&Mdash;Safe&Mdash;Houses 1/13/2003
919. I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come 1/13/2003
920. Conscious Am I In My Chamber 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:54:00 AM)

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

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  • Rosa Jamali (6/1/2008 2:30:00 PM)

    Philosophy and thoughts coming through poetry, so precious, the way she treats the words with a gentle decent vioce..

  • 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...

  • 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

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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