Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1081. All Forgot For Recollecting 1/13/2003
1082. An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air 1/13/2003
1083. An Ignorance A Sunset 1/13/2003
1084. Before I Got My Eye Put Out 1/13/2003
1085. I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed 5/15/2001
1086. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
1087. A Single Screw Of Flesh 1/13/2003
1088. How Happy Is The Little Stone 1/13/2003
1089. Beclouded 1/3/2003
1090. Come Slowly 1/3/2003
1091. Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant 5/14/2001
1092. Finding Is The First Act 1/13/2003
1093. For Each Ecstatic Instant 5/14/2001
1094. From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly 1/13/2003
1095. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce 5/15/2001
1096. T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died. 5/14/2001
1097. The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky 1/1/2004
1098. Alter! When The Hills Do 1/13/2003
1099. An Hour Is A Sea 1/13/2003
1100. First Robin 5/14/2001
1101. Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is 1/13/2003
1102. I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose 1/3/2003
1103. Faith 1/1/2004
1104. All I May, If Small 1/13/2003
1105. Before You Thought Of Spring, 5/14/2001
1106. Death Is A Dialogue Between 1/13/2003
1107. Apology For Her 1/13/2003
1108. You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 1/13/2003
1109. The Bustle In A House 5/15/2001
1110. Absent Place&Mdash;An April Day 1/13/2003
1111. An Everywhere Of Silver 5/14/2001
1112. There's A Certain Slant Of Light (258) 1/20/2003
1113. A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified 1/13/2003
1114. A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest 1/13/2003
1115. As If Some Little Arctic Flower 1/13/2003
1116. A Toad Can Die Of Light! 1/1/2004
1117. An Altered Look About The Hills 1/13/2003
1118. To Make A Prairie (1755) 1/20/2003
1119. Ah, Teneriffe! 1/13/2003
1120. Abraham To Kill Him 1/3/2003

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

Ah, Teneriffe!


Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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