Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

81. Had we our senses 8/7/2015
82. Drowning is not so pitiful 8/31/2015
83. His voice decrepit was with Joy 9/2/2015
84. September's Baccalaureate 4/21/2015
85. Sometimes with the Heart 4/29/2015
86. Escape is such a thankful Word 5/8/2015
87. There comes a warning like a spy 5/11/2015
88. He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow — 5/11/2015
89. The Duties Of The Wind Are Few 5/11/2015
90. How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights - 5/11/2015
91. Some Days retired from the rest 4/18/2015
92. The Going From A World We Know 5/12/2015
93. I Bet With Every Wind That Blew 5/12/2015
94. High From The Earth I Heard A Bird 5/21/2015
95. Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets 4/17/2015
96. Witchcraft Has Not A Pedigree 11/13/2015
97. Let me not mar that perfect Dream 3/11/2016
98. Immured in Heaven! 3/21/2016
99. Mine enemy is growing old 5/29/2015
100. Could Hope Inspect Her Basis 12/6/2014
101. To Mend Each Tattered Faith 3/2/2015
102. 'Faithful To The End' Amended 3/3/2015
103. Part Five: The Single Hound 1/15/2015
104. Lives He In Any Other World 5/12/2015
105. A Wind That Rose 5/11/2015
106. Exhilaration is the Breeze 1/29/2016
107. March is the Month of Expectation 12/4/2015
108. I am afraid to own a Body 11/26/2015
109. The Butterfly's Assumption Gown 12/13/2014
110. Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop 3/3/2015
111. I Noticed People Disappeared 4/11/2015
112. A little Madness in the Spring 5/5/2015
113. The Wind Took Up The Northern Things 5/12/2015
114. All Men For Honor Hardest Work 5/13/2015
115. Not with a club, the Heart is broken 6/4/2015
116. I Would Distil A Cup 1/13/2003
117. One Day Is There Of The Series 1/13/2003
118. Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has 11/17/2015
119. He ate and drank the precious Words 9/4/2015
120. The Butterfly In Honored Dust 12/13/2014

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • xiang lu (3/9/2019 12:19:00 AM)

    Emily is a very brave but confident poet。

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  • Shyanne (3/8/2019 1:59:00 PM)

    i like the food poem she wrote

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  • Marcel Moreau Marcel Moreau (2/28/2019 1:52:00 PM)

    Wonderful Emily. I wrote a short biography for this American poet that I love. Fortunately, there are French translations of her poems that facilitate understanding. Thank you for reviving these great moments of poetry.
    " Parce que je ne pouvais pas m'arrêter pour la Mort"

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    I enjoy the poetry but I really frikin hate them adds

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  • tim blake (2/12/2019 6:10:00 AM)

    Sweet voice of love and life....

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  • rufus alex (1/30/2019 2:06:00 AM)

    emotional depiction of life's realities are wonderfully narrated.

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    She is a born poetess, when you read her it appears as if you have seen such things personally although there is a generation gap between her writing and readers yet I suppose those who will read her after a century will still feel the same.

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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 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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