Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

81. Not Sickness stains the Brave, 2/26/2016
82. Revolution is the Pod 2/13/2016
83. Dear March - Come in 12/4/2015
84. Death is like the insect 7/22/2015
85. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring 5/5/2015
86. The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings 1/20/2015
87. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
88. Spring comes on the World 5/5/2015
89. There is another Loneliness 6/10/2015
90. STEP lightly on this narrow spot 10/20/2015
91. Too cold is this 2/19/2016
92. As old as Woe 7/29/2016
93. In Snow Thou Comest 1/8/2015
94. To Mend Each Tattered Faith 3/2/2015
95. 'Faithful To The End' Amended 3/3/2015
96. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
97. A Wind That Rose 5/11/2015
98. Hope is a strange invention 7/26/2016
99. A Word dropped careless on a Page 2/29/2016
100. A chilly Peace infests the Grass 2/8/2016
101. Air has no Residence, no Neighbor 2/10/2016
102. He ate and drank the precious Words 9/4/2015
103. Had we our senses 8/7/2015
104. Drowning is not so pitiful 8/31/2015
105. Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop 3/3/2015
106. I Noticed People Disappeared 4/11/2015
107. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
108. Not with a club, the Heart is broken 6/4/2015
109. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
110. Silence is all we dread 4/24/2015
111. I Would Distil A Cup 1/13/2003
112. One Day Is There Of The Series 1/13/2003
113. Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has 11/17/2015
114. Like Brooms of Steel 8/13/2016
115. Lightly Stepped A Yellow Star 1/16/2015
116. From The Chrysalis 12/13/2014
117. Declaiming Waters None May Dread 11/22/2014
118. The Butterfly Obtains 12/13/2014
119. The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star 1/16/2015
120. The Sea Said 'Come' To The Brook 1/10/2015

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (6/22/2016 10:49:00 AM)

    This poet will never come back again

    66 person liked.
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  • Brendan O'Brien (3/12/2016 2:52:00 AM)

    A word is dead when it is said some say
    I say it only starts to live that dayHow wonderfully accurate, and how beautifully stated.

  • Muteesasira Juma Muteesasira Juma (12/26/2015 12:31:00 AM)

    she was really wonderful

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/16/2015 5:12:00 AM)

    ''We never know how high we are
    Till we are asked to rise''
    Emily Dickinson (1176)

    beautiful words.. and a great truth..

  • Nirmal Upadhyaya (11/7/2015 11:47:00 AM)

    Emily is one of best poets I adore.

  • Laurie Flynn (8/13/2015 4:41:00 PM)

    To me, Emily Dickinson is one of the most insightful poets, in fact writers, that has even blessed the English language. Her remarkable understanding of emotions and feelings make her pieces timeless and, furthermore, a crutch for those in need of support when they can't quite work out their own. Hopeful yet realistic, beautiful yet dark and even witty, Dickinson is truly a remarkable character and it's reflected in her poetry.

  • Vidura Prabhath Vidura Prabhath (6/23/2015 8:33:00 AM)

    Her poems are inspirational.They appeal to the heart

  • Johan Kwisthout (5/18/2015 4:49:00 AM)

    Can anyone here help me to a source for the quote If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves contributed to Dickinson (I need a source in order to ask for permission to quote if it it still under copyright, e.g., if it is in the Johnson and Franklin editions, but I have no access to them)

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    My favorite: Because I Could Not Stop for Death

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:01:00 AM)

    Emily is the Best of the Best! ! ! !

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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