Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1161. A First Mute Coming 1/13/2003
1162. Alone, I Cannot Be 1/13/2003
1163. A Prison Gets To Be A Friend 1/13/2003
1164. A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note 1/13/2003
1165. I Dwell In Possibility 1/13/2003
1166. A Something In A Summer's Day 1/13/2003
1167. A Still—volcano—life 1/1/2004
1168. Apparently With No Surprise 1/3/2003
1169. A Route Of Evanescence 1/3/2003
1170. A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep 5/14/2001
1171. A Little East Of Jordan 1/13/2003
1172. A Feather From The Whippoorwill 1/13/2003
1173. A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart 1/13/2003
1174. After A Hundred Years 5/14/2001
1175. A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill 1/13/2003
1176. Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659) 1/20/2003
1177. Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid? 1/13/2003
1178. A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn 1/13/2003
1179. A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb 1/13/2003
1180. A Shady Friend For Torrid Days 5/14/2001
1181. Bee! I'M Expecting You! 1/13/2003
1182. A Mien To Move A Queen 1/13/2003
1183. Tell All The Truth 1/3/2003
1184. Wild Nights! Wild Nights! 12/31/2002
1185. As Imperceptibly As Grief 1/13/2003
1186. A Moth The Hue Of This 1/13/2003
1187. A Happy Lip&Mdash;Breaks Sudden 1/13/2003
1188. There Is Another Sky 1/13/2003
1189. Ah, Moon—and Star! 1/1/2004
1190. A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet 1/13/2003
1191. A Little Road Not Made Man 5/14/2001
1192. A House Upon The Height 1/13/2003
1193. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes 5/14/2001
1194. A Slash Of Blue 1/13/2003
1195. A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear 1/13/2003
1196. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! 1/13/2003
1197. A Doubt If It Be Us 1/13/2003
1198. Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind 1/13/2003
1199. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I 1/13/2003
1200. Ample Make This Bed. 5/14/2001

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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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    21 person did not like.
  • 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

Ah, Teneriffe!

666

Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!

Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—

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