Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

881. work For Immortality 1/1/2004
882. Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below! 1/13/2003
883. A Little Dog That Wags His Tail 1/6/2015
884. It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone 1/13/2003
885. Split The Lark&Mdash;And You'Ll Find The Music 1/13/2003
886. Essential Oils—are Wrung 1/1/2004
887. It Did Not Surprise Me 1/13/2003
888. Sweet&Mdash;You Forgot&Mdash;But I Remembered 1/13/2003
889. Experience Is The Angled Road 1/13/2003
890. Soto! Explore Thyself! 1/13/2003
891. You Love The Lord—you Cannot See 1/1/2004
892. Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost 1/13/2003
893. It Knew No Medicine 1/13/2003
894. For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew 1/13/2003
895. Exhilaration—is Within 1/1/2004
896. Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave 1/13/2003
897. One Year Ago—jots What? 1/1/2004
898. Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart 1/13/2003
899. It Is A Lonesome Glee 1/13/2003
900. You Love Me—you Are Sure 1/1/2004
901. It Don'T Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did 1/1/2004
902. Drab Habitation Of Whom? 1/13/2003
903. Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds 1/13/2003
904. Forget! The Lady With The Amulet 1/13/2003
905. Snow Flakes 1/13/2003
906. Each Scar I'Ll Keep For Him 1/13/2003
907. Garland For Queens, May Be 1/13/2003
908. Nature Is What We See— 1/1/2004
909. By Such And Such An Offering 1/13/2003
910. Conjecturing A Climate 1/13/2003
911. Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie 1/1/2004
912. Elysium Is As Far As To 5/14/2001
913. Frequently The Wood Are Pink 1/13/2003
914. Nature, The Gentlest Mother, 5/15/2001
915. Finite—to Fail, But Infinite To Venture 1/1/2004
916. But Little Carmine Hath Her Face 1/13/2003
917. It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon 1/13/2003
918. By Chivalries As Tiny 1/13/2003
919. It Struck Me Every Day 5/15/2001
920. Nobody Knows This Little Rose 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

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  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:34:00 AM)

    Your poem reminded me of part of your surname

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  • 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.

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    24 person did not like.
Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

A Bird Came Down

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of...

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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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