Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

161. I'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know 1/1/2004
162. I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes 1/13/2003
163. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth 5/29/2015
164. Dear March - Come in 12/4/2015
165. There Is A Morn By Men Unseen 1/13/2003
166. These Tested Our Horizon 1/13/2003
167. My Best Acquaintances Are Those 1/13/2003
168. No Other Can Reduce 1/13/2003
169. When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side 1/13/2003
170. Severer Service Of Myself 1/13/2003
171. Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test 1/13/2003
172. Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red 1/1/2004
173. The Tint I Cannot Take—is Best 1/1/2004
174. Morns Like These—we Parted 1/1/2004
175. None Can Experience Sting 1/13/2003
176. The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot 1/1/2004
177. This Was In The White Of The Year 1/13/2003
178. The Earth Has Many Keys 5/29/2015
179. The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487) 12/15/2014
180. Let Us Play Yesterday 1/13/2003
181. I'Ll Send The Feather From My Hat! 1/13/2003
182. My First Well Day—since Many Ill 1/1/2004
183. Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee 1/1/2004
184. They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day 1/1/2004
185. Just As He Spoke It From His Hands 1/13/2003
186. The Robin For The Crumb 1/13/2003
187. 'Tis Customary As We Part 1/13/2003
188. Removed From Accident Of Loss 1/13/2003
189. The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
190. Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe 1/13/2003
191. Noon—is The Hinge Of Day 1/1/2004
192. While Asters&Mdash; 1/13/2003
193. What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer 1/13/2003
194. The Court Is Far Away 1/13/2003
195. Like Her The Saints Retire 1/13/2003
196. They Leave Us With The Infinite 1/13/2003
197. Publication 1/3/2003
198. Of Tolling Bell I Ask The Cause? 1/13/2003
199. The Sweetest Heresy Received 1/13/2003
200. Savior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Dan Reynolds Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:31:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

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  • S B (5/5/2014 5:39:00 PM)

    classic poems! like her use of vocabulary

  • El-emma Udofa (4/23/2014 11:19:00 PM)

    Refreshing and mind gripping, it took me on

  • Sandra Olsen (1/5/2014 1:20:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson is singularly my favorite poetess.

  • Sandra Olsen (1/5/2014 1:19:00 AM)

    She is singularly my favorite poetess and always will be!

  • Selcuk Kuyucak (12/30/2013 8:24:00 PM)

    It's too long to wait for an hour
    If Love is behind it
    It's short to wait for eternity
    If Love is its reward

    This is a re-translation of E D's poem. Do you know the original?

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (12/11/2013 11:58:00 PM)

    Dickinson has critically examined the concept of the poet and poetry in her poems and letters. Emily Dickinson assigns a distinguished place to the poet in the creative process. she calls him a craftsman, a creator, and visionary, she equates the poet’s creation with god’s creation. it is the poet’s creation which makes him immortal. he is a profound seer
    Who tries to resolve the mysteries of life and death.He is like Christ who is totally committed to the cause of humanity.

    For Emily Dickinson, poetry is the store house of thought, poetry is full of possibilities
    because it deals with the known as well as the unknown. It deals not only with the material but also mystical and spiritual. Poetry deals with life of the poet because
    it is the exclusive product of his thoughts. Dickinson uses poetry for the expression of her pains and sufferings which are full of poetic potential. poetry has a divine origin
    because it originates from the soul. ……….Aw

  • Me Andyou (12/4/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    The poem is called I took one Draught of Life.

  • Me Andyou (12/4/2013 7:24:00 AM)

    The name of that poem is I took one Draught of Life #1725

  • Christine Karr (9/3/2013 12:17:00 PM)

    I've looked since high school days for the poem that begins, I took one draft of life - I'll tell you what I paid - precisely and existance, the market price they said. They weighed me dust by dust. They balanced film with film. They handed me my being's worth - a single dram of heaven. If anyone knows the name of that poem or where I might find it, please let me know!

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!


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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