Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

881. 'Twas Love—not Me 1/1/2004
882. Victory Comes Late 1/13/2003
883. It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow 1/13/2003
884. Fame Of Myself, To Justify 1/13/2003
885. work For Immortality 1/1/2004
886. Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below! 1/13/2003
887. 'Twas Warm—at First—like Us 1/1/2004
888. It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone 1/13/2003
889. That After Horror—that 'Twas Us 1/1/2004
890. It Did Not Surprise Me 1/13/2003
891. Sweet&Mdash;You Forgot&Mdash;But I Remembered 1/13/2003
892. Twas Such A Little—little Boat 1/1/2004
893. Soto! Explore Thyself! 1/13/2003
894. Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds 1/13/2003
895. You Love The Lord—you Cannot See 1/1/2004
896. Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost 1/13/2003
897. Exhilaration—is Within 1/1/2004
898. It Knew No Medicine 1/13/2003
899. Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave 1/13/2003
900. Nobody Knows This Little Rose 1/13/2003
901. Snow Flakes 1/13/2003
902. It Don'T Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did 1/1/2004
903. Drab Habitation Of Whom? 1/13/2003
904. Forget! The Lady With The Amulet 1/13/2003
905. Split The Lark&Mdash;And You'Ll Find The Music 1/13/2003
906. Essential Oils—are Wrung 1/1/2004
907. Garland For Queens, May Be 1/13/2003
908. By Such And Such An Offering 1/13/2003
909. Conjecturing A Climate 1/13/2003
910. Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie 1/1/2004
911. Frequently The Wood Are Pink 1/13/2003
912. For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew 1/13/2003
913. It Tossed—and Tossed 1/1/2004
914. Finite—to Fail, But Infinite To Venture 1/1/2004
915. One Year Ago—jots What? 1/1/2004
916. Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning 1/13/2003
917. But Little Carmine Hath Her Face 1/13/2003
918. I Gave Myself To Him 1/13/2003
919. It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon 1/13/2003
920. By Chivalries As Tiny 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 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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