Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1041. A Throe Upon The Features 1/13/2003
1042. You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot 1/1/2004
1043. Doom Is The House Without The Door 1/13/2003
1044. Because The Bee May Blameless Hum 1/13/2003
1045. Beclouded 1/3/2003
1046. Surgeons Must Be Very Careful 1/13/2003
1047. Why Do I Love You, Sir? 1/1/2004
1048. All These My Banners Be 1/13/2003
1049. I Like To See It Lap The Miles, 5/15/2001
1050. Besides The Autumn Poets Sing 1/13/2003
1051. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos 1/13/2003
1052. How Far Is It To Heaven? 1/13/2003
1053. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved 1/13/2003
1054. Unable Are The Loved To Die 1/13/2003
1055. If You Were Coming In The Fall, 5/15/2001
1056. You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die 1/1/2004
1057. Ambition Cannot Find Him 1/13/2003
1058. As By The Dead We Love To Sit 1/13/2003
1059. I Started Early - Took My Dog 1/3/2003
1060. As One Does Sickness Over 1/13/2003
1061. Departed To The Judgment, 5/14/2001
1062. Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine 1/13/2003
1063. Water, Is Taught By Thirst 1/13/2003
1064. Bereavement In Their Death To Feel 1/13/2003
1065. Although I Put Away His Life 1/13/2003
1066. Houses—so The Wise Men Tell Me— 1/1/2004
1067. As Everywhere Of Silver 1/13/2003
1068. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce 5/15/2001
1069. All Forgot For Recollecting 1/13/2003
1070. Did Our Best Moment Last 1/13/2003
1071. It Sifts From Leaden Sieves 1/13/2003
1072. First Robin 5/14/2001
1073. Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant 5/14/2001
1074. An Ignorance A Sunset 1/13/2003
1075. That I Did Always Love 1/13/2003
1076. Before I Got My Eye Put Out 1/13/2003
1077. I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed 5/15/2001
1078. It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard -- 1/3/2003
1079. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
1080. Faith 1/1/2004

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:46:00 PM)

    It's really amazing the number of poems she has written.

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    21 person did not like.
  • 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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