Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

121. The Face we choose to miss 9/11/2015
122. If all the griefs I am to have 11/26/2015
123. I am afraid to own a Body 11/26/2015
124. Judgment is justest 12/2/2015
125. Dear March - Come in 12/4/2015
126. March is the Month of Expectation 12/4/2015
127. Volcanoes be in Sicily 12/10/2015
128. On my volcano grows the Grass 12/10/2015
129. The reticent volcano keeps 12/11/2015
130. Remembrance has a Rear and Front 12/29/2015
131. A Sloop of Amber slips away 1/9/2016
132. My Cocoon Tightens, Colors Tease 10/20/2015
133. Witchcraft Has Not A Pedigree 11/13/2015
134. Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has 11/17/2015
135. Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature 11/20/2015
136. The Blue Jay 10/8/2015
137. STEP lightly on this narrow spot 10/20/2015
138. For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew 1/13/2003
139. Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe 1/13/2003
140. The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
141. My Reward For Being, Was This 1/13/2003
142. If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would 1/13/2003
143. If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing 1/13/2003
144. If She Had Been The Mistletoe 1/13/2003
145. He Outstripped Time With But A Bout 1/13/2003
146. Good To Hide, And Hear 'Em Hunt! 1/13/2003
147. Reverse Cannot Befall 1/13/2003
148. To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly 1/13/2003
149. Dropped Into The Ether Acre 1/13/2003
150. What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So 1/1/2004
151. Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee 1/1/2004
152. She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc 1/1/2004
153. Gratitude—is Not The Mention 1/1/2004
154. He Found My Being—set It Up 1/1/2004
155. Just As He Spoke It From His Hands 1/13/2003
156. I Made Slow Riches But My Gain 1/13/2003
157. There Are Two Ripenings—one—of Sight 1/1/2004
158. They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day 1/1/2004
159. The Robin For The Crumb 1/13/2003
160. This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Jeremy Minton (2/23/2018 10:21:00 PM)

    This dosent make sense, but I'm sad about her death: (#RESTINPEACETOEMILY

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  • Ms.Margret Shildron the miss (2/12/2018 8:56:00 AM)

    Emily sounds like a lost child en the woods (simarl to lilttle red riding hood; or could be amuzment of the thust breeze blowing of emily and friends of hair chasing en the winds thanks be to........

  • A. T. (1/30/2018 5:37:00 PM)

    Emily Dickinson was very unusual

  • Billy Bob Joe (1/10/2018 3:06:00 PM)

    Your poems make me feel like i'm doing a somersault! ! !

  • Amanda (1/9/2018 8:21:00 PM)

    You make a lot of poems and I wish I was you.

  • Cringey Boi (12/21/2017 3:05:00 PM)

    Almost as great of a poet as Jake Paul just kidding Jake Paul is way better.

  • Steve K. (12/16/2017 2:55:00 PM)

    I LOVE YOUR WORDS. IT REVEALS TO ME A SENUOUS SOUL.

  • Aruna (12/8/2017 8:14:00 AM)

    Closer to me

  • Mayssa (12/5/2017 5:12:00 AM)

    She is a great poet

  • Emily Durgin (11/28/2017 2:07:00 PM)

    She is a great poet! And we share a first name!

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

And This Of All My Hopes

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And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root

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