Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

161. My Best Acquaintances Are Those 1/13/2003
162. No Other Can Reduce 1/13/2003
163. Morns Like These—we Parted 1/1/2004
164. Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red 1/1/2004
165. This Was In The White Of The Year 1/13/2003
166. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
167. I'Ll Send The Feather From My Hat! 1/13/2003
168. My First Well Day—since Many Ill 1/1/2004
169. How firm Eternity must look 4/6/2016
170. Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee 1/1/2004
171. They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day 1/1/2004
172. Just As He Spoke It From His Hands 1/13/2003
173. The Robin For The Crumb 1/13/2003
174. Removed From Accident Of Loss 1/13/2003
175. The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
176. If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would 1/13/2003
177. Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe 1/13/2003
178. Noon—is The Hinge Of Day 1/1/2004
179. While Asters&Mdash; 1/13/2003
180. What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer 1/13/2003
181. Like Her The Saints Retire 1/13/2003
182. Of Tolling Bell I Ask The Cause? 1/13/2003
183. They Leave Us With The Infinite 1/13/2003
184. Publication 1/3/2003
185. The Sweetest Heresy Received 1/13/2003
186. Where Bells No More Affright The Morn 1/13/2003
187. Ribbons Of The Year 1/13/2003
188. This Merit Hath The Worst 1/13/2003
189. There Is A June When Corn Is Cut 1/13/2003
190. What Did They Do Since I Saw Them? 1/13/2003
191. 'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold 1/1/2004
192. We Met As Sparks—diverging Flints 1/1/2004
193. This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees 1/13/2003
194. Mute Thy Coronation 1/13/2003
195. They Put Us Far Apart 1/13/2003
196. I Would Distil A Cup 1/13/2003
197. He ate and drank the precious Words 9/4/2015
198. The Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop 1/13/2003
199. Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men 1/13/2003
200. She's Happy, With A New Content 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

I Send Two Sunsets

308

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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