Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1041. It Is An Honorable Thought, 5/15/2001
1042. As One Does Sickness Over 1/13/2003
1043. And This Of All My Hopes 1/13/2003
1044. How Happy Is The Little Stone 1/13/2003
1045. A Weight With Needles On The Pounds 1/13/2003
1046. It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard -- 1/3/2003
1047. Before The Ice Is In The Pools 1/13/2003
1048. Ambition Cannot Find Him 1/13/2003
1049. Death Is Potential To That Man 1/13/2003
1050. Could Live—did Live 1/1/2004
1051. A Visitor In Marl 1/13/2003
1052. Because The Bee May Blameless Hum 1/13/2003
1053. Unable Are The Loved To Die 1/13/2003
1054. For Every Bird A Nest 1/13/2003
1055. I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose 1/3/2003
1056. Exultation Is The Going 1/13/2003
1057. Dreams&Mdash;Are Well&Mdash;But Waking's Better 1/13/2003
1058. As Far From Pity, As Complaint 1/13/2003
1059. A Transport One Cannot Contain 1/13/2003
1060. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved 1/13/2003
1061. Answer July 1/13/2003
1062. Your Riches—taught Me—poverty 1/1/2004
1063. Houses—so The Wise Men Tell Me— 1/1/2004
1064. A Tooth Upon Our Peace 1/13/2003
1065. Crisis Is A Hair 1/13/2003
1066. I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed 5/15/2001
1067. Sunset At Night—is Natural 1/1/2004
1068. Departed To The Judgment, 5/14/2001
1069. Bless God, He Went As Soldiers 1/13/2003
1070. From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly 1/13/2003
1071. Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine 1/13/2003
1072. A Throe Upon The Features 1/13/2003
1073. Although I Put Away His Life 1/13/2003
1074. Beclouded 1/3/2003
1075. Did Our Best Moment Last 1/13/2003
1076. Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant 5/14/2001
1077. An Ignorance A Sunset 1/13/2003
1078. All These My Banners Be 1/13/2003
1079. A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos 1/13/2003
1080. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003

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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