Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1121. I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain (280) 1/20/2003
1122. Chartless 1/3/2003
1123. For Each Ecstatic Instant 5/14/2001
1124. Bird 1/3/2003
1125. All But Death, Can Be Adjusted 1/13/2003
1126. Absence Disembodies—so Does Death 1/1/2004
1127. A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day 5/14/2001
1128. Death Is A Dialogue Between 1/13/2003
1129. Much Madness Is Divinest Sense 1/3/2003
1130. To Make A Prairie (1755) 1/20/2003
1131. Abraham To Kill Him 1/3/2003
1132. Faith—is The Pierless Bridge 1/1/2004
1133. Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift! 1/13/2003
1134. I Dwell In Possibility 1/13/2003
1135. A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between 1/13/2003
1136. A Wife&Mdash;At Daybreak I Shall Be 1/13/2003
1137. A Precious—mouldering Pleasure 1/1/2004
1138. Always Mine! 1/13/2003
1139. Behind Me Dips Eternity 1/13/2003
1140. You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 1/13/2003
1141. Again&Mdash;His Voice Is At The Door 1/13/2003
1142. As If The Sea Should Part 1/13/2003
1143. An English Breeze 5/14/2001
1144. A Solemn Thing Within The Soul 1/13/2003
1145. A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest 1/13/2003
1146. You left me—Sire—two Legacies 1/13/2003
1147. Fame Is A Bee 1/13/2003
1148. We Grow Accustomed To The Dark 1/3/2003
1149. My Life Closed Twice 1/3/2003
1150. All The Letters I Can Write 1/13/2003
1151. You'Re Right— 1/1/2004
1152. By The Sea 1/3/2003
1153. Alone, I Cannot Be 1/13/2003
1154. A Man May Make A Remark 1/13/2003
1155. A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note 1/13/2003
1156. I Like A Look Of Agony 1/13/2003
1157. A Still—volcano—life 1/1/2004
1158. The Soul Selects Her Own Society 1/3/2003
1159. Will There Really Be A "Morning"? 1/13/2003
1160. Bee! I'M Expecting You! 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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...

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

    Woah she looks like a dude!

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

    a truly amazing poet!

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

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

  • 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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