Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1081. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved 1/13/2003
1082. Beclouded 1/3/2003
1083. I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561) 1/20/2003
1084. All Forgot For Recollecting 1/13/2003
1085. Did Our Best Moment Last 1/13/2003
1086. First Robin 5/14/2001
1087. Before I Got My Eye Put Out 1/13/2003
1088. I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose 1/3/2003
1089. Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act 1/13/2003
1090. How Happy Is The Little Stone 1/13/2003
1091. A Single Screw Of Flesh 1/13/2003
1092. There Is No Frigate Like A Book 5/15/2001
1093. Before You Thought Of Spring, 5/14/2001
1094. There's A Certain Slant Of Light (258) 1/20/2003
1095. Sunset At Night—is Natural 1/1/2004
1096. For Each Ecstatic Instant 5/14/2001
1097. T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died. 5/14/2001
1098. Alter! When The Hills Do 1/13/2003
1099. An Hour Is A Sea 1/13/2003
1100. Ah, Teneriffe! 1/13/2003
1101. Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is 1/13/2003
1102. An Everywhere Of Silver 5/14/2001
1103. An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air 1/13/2003
1104. As If Some Little Arctic Flower 1/13/2003
1105. A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified 1/13/2003
1106. Faith 1/1/2004
1107. All I May, If Small 1/13/2003
1108. Come Slowly 1/3/2003
1109. Apology For Her 1/13/2003
1110. Abraham To Kill Him 1/3/2003
1111. The Bustle In A House 5/15/2001
1112. You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 1/13/2003
1113. Fame Is A Bee 1/13/2003
1114. From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly 1/13/2003
1115. All Overgrown By Cunning Moss 1/13/2003
1116. A Solemn Thing&Mdash;It Was&Mdash;I Said 1/13/2003
1117. Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup 1/13/2003
1118. Absent Place&Mdash;An April Day 1/13/2003
1119. Angels, In The Early Morning 1/13/2003
1120. A Science&Mdash;So The Savants Say 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:04:00 AM)

    One of the poets that hadn't noticed on early days. Generates philosophical
    messages in all her works

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  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:54:00 AM)

    a gentle voice with a philosophy of life.

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  • Rosa Jamali (6/1/2008 2:30:00 PM)

    Philosophy and thoughts coming through poetry, so precious, the way she treats the words with a gentle decent vioce..

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  • okeydokey #3 (1/14/2008 3:23:00 AM)

    ...she is...my all time favorite...there was nobody...ever...that was better suited to write poetry...she is freaking amazing...

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  • Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    Woah she looks like a dude!

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  • Dana Tyrrell (6/11/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    a truly amazing poet!

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  • 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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  • 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

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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.

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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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