Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

201. The Heaven Vests For Each 1/13/2003
202. The Sweetest Heresy Received 1/13/2003
203. Savior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell 1/13/2003
204. Where Bells No More Affright The Morn 1/13/2003
205. Ribbons Of The Year 1/13/2003
206. What Did They Do Since I Saw Them? 1/13/2003
207. This Merit Hath The Worst 1/13/2003
208. There Is A June When Corn Is Cut 1/13/2003
209. 'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold 1/1/2004
210. Mute Thy Coronation 1/13/2003
211. They Put Us Far Apart 1/13/2003
212. This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees 1/13/2003
213. Heavenly Father 1/8/2015
214. Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate 1/13/2003
215. Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling 1/1/2004
216. She's Happy, With A New Content 1/13/2003
217. This Dust, And Its Feature 1/13/2003
218. The Guest Is Gold And Crimson 1/13/2003
219. Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men 1/13/2003
220. To Flee From Memory 1/16/2015
221. How fits his Umber Coat 7/6/2015
222. The Red—blaze—is The Morning 1/1/2004
223. I'Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee 1/13/2003
224. The Show Is Not The Show, 5/15/2001
225. The Hallowing Of Pain 1/13/2003
226. The White Heat 5/15/2001
227. The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film 5/15/2001
228. There Is An Arid Pleasure 1/13/2003
229. Renunciation 1/3/2003
230. The Martyr Poets—did Not Tell 1/1/2004
231. Those Who Have Been In The Grave The Longest 1/13/2003
232. Jesus! Thy Crucifix 1/13/2003
233. The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes 1/13/2003
234. The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear 1/13/2003
235. Out Of Sight? What Of That? 1/13/2003
236. The Zeroes—taught Us—phosphorous 1/1/2004
237. The Lonesome For They Know Not What 1/13/2003
238. The Day That I Was Crowned 1/13/2003
239. He Who In Himself Believes 1/13/2003
240. This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • jackie (11/27/2017 6:55:00 PM)

    she wrote amazing poems that everyone should believe in

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  • Kshirod Kumar Dehury (11/24/2017 5:58:00 AM)

    i like this poem.so beautiful in simple words.thanks for sharing.

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  • Trinity Salem (10/24/2017 10:01:00 AM)

    I can tell that some of you don't like her poems but in my opinion I believe that her poems will inspire those who don't like her poems someday.

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  • Ahuaji Hun (6/18/2017 5:06:00 AM)

    They say you're eccentric because they all have neither the patience nor the intelligence to comprehend you or your words.They turn a blind eye to your sophistication because they fear admitting that they are not clever enough.But I don't.You are not actually good-looking but to me you got the everlasting attraction.You've left but what you sought to say always hangs around me.

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  • Greg Bell Greg Bell (4/16/2017 4:30:00 PM)

    What a remarkable talent, decades - no, a century - ahead of her times. Pithy, master of 'telling it slant, ' many have tried to emulate her; few, if any, have succeeded.

  • Gary Manning (3/24/2017 12:16:00 PM)

    This poem is reproduced incorrectly. The words in leafy wood do not appear in the original. This poem exists in transcript only, the original manuscript having been lost, according to Thomas H. Johnson.

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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