Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1201. A Little Dog That Wags His Tail 1/6/2015
1202. I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose 1/3/2003
1203. 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name 1/13/2003
1204. To Lose Thee 11/21/2014
1205. We Grow Accustomed To The Dark 1/3/2003
1206. 'Tis So Much Joy! 1/13/2003
1207. Summer Shower 1/3/2003
1208. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
1209. The Soul Selects Her Own Society 1/3/2003
1210. The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky 1/1/2004
1211. A Light Exists In Spring 5/14/2001
1212. Tell All The Truth 1/3/2003
1213. If Your Nerve, Deny You 1/13/2003
1214. There Is Another Sky 1/13/2003
1215. I Died For Beauty 1/3/2003
1216. Success Is Counted Sweetest 12/31/2002
1217. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
1218. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
1219. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
1220. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
1221. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
1222. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
1223. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, 5/15/2001
1224. I'M Nobody! Who Are You? 5/15/2001
1225. A Book 1/3/2003
1226. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
1227. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
1228. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
1229. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
1230. Because I Could Not Stop For Death 1/20/2003
1231. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
1232. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

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  • 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.

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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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