Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

1201. A Slash Of Blue 1/13/2003
1202. Ample Make This Bed. 5/14/2001
1203. A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I 1/13/2003
1204. A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree 5/14/2001
1205. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass 5/14/2001
1206. "Houses"&Mdash;So The Wise Men Tell Me 1/13/2003
1207. 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer 1/13/2003
1208. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some 1/13/2003
1209. A Secret Told 1/13/2003
1210. 'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said 1/13/2003
1211. A Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown 1/13/2003
1212. A Light Exists In Spring 5/14/2001
1213. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, 5/15/2001
1214. "I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life 1/13/2003
1215. A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's 5/14/2001
1216. 'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament 1/13/2003
1217. I'M Nobody! Who Are You? 5/15/2001
1218. "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You 1/13/2003
1219. A Charm Invests A Face 1/13/2003
1220. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky 1/13/2003
1221. 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name 1/13/2003
1222. A Coffin—is A Small Domain 1/13/2003
1223. A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink 1/13/2003
1224. Because I Could Not Stop For Death 1/20/2003
1225. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
1226. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! 1/13/2003
1227. A Bird Came Down 5/14/2001
1228. A Book 1/3/2003
1229. "Faith" Is A Fine Invention 1/13/2003
1230. "Nature" Is What We See 1/13/2003
1231. "Why Do I Love" You, Sir? 1/13/2003
1232. Hope Is The Thing With Feathers 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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.

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Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?

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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth ...

Read the full of "Why Do I Love" You, Sir?

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.