Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1001. Civilization&Mdash;Spurns&Mdash;The Leopard! 1/13/2003
1002. Surgeons Must Be Very Careful 1/13/2003
1003. As If I Asked A Common Alms 1/13/2003
1004. You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die 1/1/2004
1005. Besides This May 1/13/2003
1006. Why Do I Love You, Sir? 1/1/2004
1007. By My Window Have I For Scenery 1/13/2003
1008. Delight Becomes Pictorial 5/14/2001
1009. It Sifts From Leaden Sieves 1/13/2003
1010. Crisis Is A Hair 1/13/2003
1011. Be Mine The Doom&Mdash; 1/13/2003
1012. Delight Is As The Flight 1/13/2003
1013. Color—caste—denomination 1/1/2004
1014. Each Life Converges To Some Centre 5/14/2001
1015. A Tongue—to Tell Him I Am True! 1/1/2004
1016. It Always Felt To Me—a Wrong 1/1/2004
1017. For Every Bird A Nest 1/13/2003
1018. Did We Disobey Him? 1/13/2003
1019. Doom Is The House Without The Door 1/13/2003
1020. I Started Early - Took My Dog 1/3/2003
1021. Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat? 1/13/2003
1022. Could I But Ride Indefinite 1/13/2003
1023. Defrauded I A Butterfly 1/13/2003
1024. Train 1/3/2003
1025. As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night 1/13/2003
1026. Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple 1/13/2003
1027. Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It 1/1/2004
1028. By A Flower—by A Letter 1/1/2004
1029. Exultation Is The Going 1/13/2003
1030. How Happy I Was If I Could Forget 1/13/2003
1031. Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test 1/1/2004
1032. Away From Home Are Some And I— 1/1/2004
1033. Denial&Mdash;Is The Only Fact 1/13/2003
1034. From Blank To Blank 1/13/2003
1035. At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left 1/1/2004
1036. A Great Hope Fell 12/6/2014
1037. That I Did Always Love 1/13/2003
1038. How Far Is It To Heaven? 1/13/2003
1039. As One Does Sickness Over 1/13/2003
1040. And This Of All My Hopes 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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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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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