Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

921. You Love Me—you Are Sure 1/1/2004
922. Such Is The Force Of Happiness 1/13/2003
923. I Gave Myself To Him 1/13/2003
924. Dying! To Be Afraid Of Thee 1/13/2003
925. Spring Is The Period 1/13/2003
926. work For Immortality 1/1/2004
927. Deprived Of Other Banquet 1/13/2003
928. Expectation—is Contentment 1/1/2004
929. You See I Cannot See—your Lifetime 1/1/2004
930. Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon 5/15/2001
931. Split The Lark&Mdash;And You'Ll Find The Music 1/13/2003
932. Fairer Through Fading—as The Day 1/1/2004
933. It Makes No Difference Abroad 1/13/2003
934. Exclusion (The Soul Selects Her Own Society) 1/1/2004
935. Suspense—is Hostiler Than Death 1/1/2004
936. Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart 1/13/2003
937. Distrustful Of The Gentian 1/13/2003
938. It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up, 5/15/2001
939. The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me 1/13/2003
940. Elysium Is As Far As To 5/14/2001
941. For This—accepted Breath 1/1/2004
942. It Dropped So Low In My Regard 5/15/2001
943. Heart, We Will Forget Him 1/3/2003
944. Further In Summer Than The Birds 1/13/2003
945. Except To Heaven, She Is Nought 1/13/2003
946. But Little Carmine Hath Her Face 1/13/2003
947. Could—i Do More—for Thee 1/1/2004
948. Truth—is As Old As God 1/1/2004
949. Endow The Living—with The Tears 1/1/2004
950. The Brain Within It's Groove 12/31/2002
951. Each Second Is The Last 1/13/2003
952. Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern's Mouth 1/13/2003
953. As Children Bid The Guest "Good Night" 1/13/2003
954. It Is A Lonesome Glee 1/13/2003
955. By My Window Have I For Scenery 1/13/2003
956. Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle 1/13/2003
957. It Was Given To Me By The Gods 1/13/2003
958. Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be 1/13/2003
959. Before He Comes We Weigh The Time! 1/13/2003
960. Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad 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

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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