Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

961. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is 1/3/2003
962. Forever At His Side To Walk 1/13/2003
963. At Last, To Be Identified! 1/13/2003
964. It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play 1/13/2003
965. By My Window Have I For Scenery 1/13/2003
966. Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle 1/13/2003
967. I Like To See It Lap The Miles, 5/15/2001
968. It Was Given To Me By The Gods 1/13/2003
969. Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be 1/13/2003
970. Before He Comes We Weigh The Time! 1/13/2003
971. Bound&Mdash;A Trouble 1/13/2003
972. Between My Country—and The Others 1/1/2004
973. As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies 1/13/2003
974. Houses—so The Wise Men Tell Me— 1/1/2004
975. Best Things Dwell Out Of Sight 1/13/2003
976. It Is An Honorable Thought, 5/15/2001
977. A Great Hope Fell 12/6/2014
978. Color—caste—denomination 1/1/2004
979. Drama's Vitallest Expression Is The Common Day 1/13/2003
980. As Frost Is Best Conceived 1/13/2003
981. Banish Air From Air&Mdash; 1/13/2003
982. Doom Is The House Without The Door 1/13/2003
983. Superfluous Were The Sun 1/13/2003
984. Artists Wrestled Here! 1/13/2003
985. Baffled For Just A Day Or Two 1/13/2003
986. As Watchers Hang Upon The East 1/13/2003
987. All Circumstances Are The Frame 1/13/2003
988. To Wait An Hour—is Long 1/1/2004
989. Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know 1/13/2003
990. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce 5/15/2001
991. Could I—then—shut The Door 1/1/2004
992. Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church 1/3/2003
993. You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot 1/1/2004
994. If You Were Coming In The Fall, 5/15/2001
995. From Blank To Blank 1/13/2003
996. Civilization&Mdash;Spurns&Mdash;The Leopard! 1/13/2003
997. Surgeons Must Be Very Careful 1/13/2003
998. Don'T Put Up My Thread And Needle 1/13/2003
999. As If I Asked A Common Alms 1/13/2003
1000. You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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..

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  • 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 Send Two Sunsets

308

I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—

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