Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1001. Did We Disobey Him? 1/13/2003
1002. I Started Early - Took My Dog 1/3/2003
1003. Fitter To See Him, I May Be 1/13/2003
1004. Except To Heaven, She Is Nought 1/13/2003
1005. I Like To See It Lap The Miles, 5/15/2001
1006. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is 1/3/2003
1007. Suspense—is Hostiler Than Death 1/1/2004
1008. By A Flower—by A Letter 1/1/2004
1009. Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be 1/13/2003
1010. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce 5/15/2001
1011. You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot 1/1/2004
1012. If You Were Coming In The Fall, 5/15/2001
1013. Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test 1/1/2004
1014. Away From Home Are Some And I— 1/1/2004
1015. As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer 1/13/2003
1016. It Is An Honorable Thought, 5/15/2001
1017. A Weight With Needles On The Pounds 1/13/2003
1018. It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard -- 1/3/2003
1019. Before The Ice Is In The Pools 1/13/2003
1020. You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die 1/1/2004
1021. Ambition Cannot Find Him 1/13/2003
1022. Could Live—did Live 1/1/2004
1023. Superfluous Were The Sun 1/13/2003
1024. Delight Becomes Pictorial 5/14/2001
1025. A Visitor In Marl 1/13/2003
1026. Because The Bee May Blameless Hum 1/13/2003
1027. Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know 1/13/2003
1028. Delight Is As The Flight 1/13/2003
1029. The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me 1/13/2003
1030. Drama's Vitallest Expression Is The Common Day 1/13/2003
1031. It Might Be Lonelier 1/13/2003
1032. For Every Bird A Nest 1/13/2003
1033. As Far From Pity, As Complaint 1/13/2003
1034. A Transport One Cannot Contain 1/13/2003
1035. Surgeons Must Be Very Careful 1/13/2003
1036. Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat? 1/13/2003
1037. Answer July 1/13/2003
1038. Unable Are The Loved To Die 1/13/2003
1039. Do People Moulder Equally 1/13/2003
1040. A Great Hope Fell 12/6/2014

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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.

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


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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