Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1081. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
1082. I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561) 1/20/2003
1083. You'Ll Know It—as You Know 'Tis Noon 1/1/2004
1084. As By The Dead We Love To Sit 1/13/2003
1085. Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting 1/13/2003
1086. The Bustle In A House 5/15/2001
1087. It Might Be Lonelier 1/13/2003
1088. Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine 1/13/2003
1089. Bereavement In Their Death To Feel 1/13/2003
1090. As Everywhere Of Silver 1/13/2003
1091. All Forgot For Recollecting 1/13/2003
1092. An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air 1/13/2003
1093. First Robin 5/14/2001
1094. Before I Got My Eye Put Out 1/13/2003
1095. A Single Screw Of Flesh 1/13/2003
1096. Before You Thought Of Spring, 5/14/2001
1097. Come Slowly 1/3/2003
1098. There's A Certain Slant Of Light (258) 1/20/2003
1099. Death Is A Dialogue Between 1/13/2003
1100. T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died. 5/14/2001
1101. Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup 1/13/2003
1102. Alter! When The Hills Do 1/13/2003
1103. An Hour Is A Sea 1/13/2003
1104. Ah, Teneriffe! 1/13/2003
1105. Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is 1/13/2003
1106. Faith—is The Pierless Bridge 1/1/2004
1107. An Everywhere Of Silver 5/14/2001
1108. A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified 1/13/2003
1109. As If Some Little Arctic Flower 1/13/2003
1110. I Like A Look Of Agony 1/13/2003
1111. Faith 1/1/2004
1112. The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky 1/1/2004
1113. All I May, If Small 1/13/2003
1114. Funny—to Be A Century 1/1/2004
1115. Apology For Her 1/13/2003
1116. Abraham To Kill Him 1/3/2003
1117. You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 1/13/2003
1118. For Each Ecstatic Instant 5/14/2001
1119. Fame Is A Bee 1/13/2003
1120. All Overgrown By Cunning Moss 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

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  • 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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