Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

201. The Court Is Far Away 1/13/2003
202. What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer 1/13/2003
203. The Heaven Vests For Each 1/13/2003
204. The Sweetest Heresy Received 1/13/2003
205. Savior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell 1/13/2003
206. Where Bells No More Affright The Morn 1/13/2003
207. Ribbons Of The Year 1/13/2003
208. What Did They Do Since I Saw Them? 1/13/2003
209. This Merit Hath The Worst 1/13/2003
210. There Is A June When Corn Is Cut 1/13/2003
211. No Prisoner Be 1/13/2003
212. 'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold 1/1/2004
213. We Met As Sparks—diverging Flints 1/1/2004
214. This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees 1/13/2003
215. Mute Thy Coronation 1/13/2003
216. One Day Is There Of The Series 1/13/2003
217. "470" 5/6/2016
218. There's Something Quieter Than Sleep 1/13/2003
219. The Guest Is Gold And Crimson 1/13/2003
220. Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men 1/13/2003
221. Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling 1/1/2004
222. She's Happy, With A New Content 1/13/2003
223. I'M Sorry For The Dead—today 1/1/2004
224. No Crowd That Has Occurred 1/13/2003
225. Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate 1/13/2003
226. They Ask But Our Delight 1/13/2003
227. I'Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee 1/13/2003
228. The Red—blaze—is The Morning 1/1/2004
229. The Hallowing Of Pain 1/13/2003
230. The Show Is Not The Show, 5/15/2001
231. The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film 5/15/2001
232. The White Heat 5/15/2001
233. Renunciation 1/3/2003
234. The Martyr Poets—did Not Tell 1/1/2004
235. There Is An Arid Pleasure 1/13/2003
236. The Snow That Never Drifts 1/8/2015
237. Out Of Sight? What Of That? 1/13/2003
238. The Zeroes—taught Us—phosphorous 1/1/2004
239. We Miss Her, Not Because We See 1/13/2003
240. The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Alok Mishra Alok Mishra (4/18/2012 11:51:00 AM)

    She is just so beautiful in simple words.... Her writing is so perfect!

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  • Alok Mishra Alok Mishra (4/18/2012 11:49:00 AM)

    I like this lady's poems so much... She is sure the best poet among women!

  • Jessica Knight Jessica Knight (4/10/2012 10:32:00 PM)

    I think a lot of my writing comes out more subconscious and even though she isn't recent... she was the first poet I could relate with. I'm about to be 20 and the dark years of childhood, childhood, what ever little that was... was brought a little light from her way. I was then opened up to others like Ginsberg, Kerouac, Hemingway, Whitman, Carroll, Sexton, Corso, Poe, etc. I can't really think of any other form of expression that gets me and through everything I'm sure she'd feel the same if she were still alive.

  • John Lavelle (12/12/2011 7:58:00 PM)

    Dickinson is the greatest of all American poets and, along with Shakespeare, among the greatest in the English language. Through her original, unconventional use of diction, rhyme, and punctuation, she transmits Morse code-like messages to the soul. Those with ears to hear, let them hear. Let the others continue condemning her poetry as incoherent babble. 'Much madness is divinest sense to a discerning eye.'

  • Bonnie Lundgren (7/24/2011 7:21:00 PM)

    Possibly one of my favorite poets. She does write some weird or slightly dark poetry, but a lot of her poems say things in a way which is at once memorable, concise and curiously true. I'd love to write more like her.

  • Juan Olivarez Juan Olivarez (4/28/2011 10:58:00 AM)

    The only injury to american poetry is by that imbecile Lawrence Beck.

  • Kenneth Belknap (4/1/2011 10:34:00 PM)

    @SamIam you threw out the illiterate nitwit so I'm not going to be too worried about being insulting. The dashes were hers, there are very good fascimiles of her handwritten poems available. They are considered to be a device used to fracture the language by many, or as an idiosyncracy by others... like perhaps when she was trying to think of the next word she would make a dash. Either way since she did not publish while she was alive the truest any 'illiterate nitwit' transcribing her poems can be is to include everything she wrote, dashes and all. You are not the only one to make ignorant comments about her, but yours was on the top so it got the response.

  • Sam Iam (2/19/2011 10:00:00 PM)

    While I love Emily Dickinson, I'm quite certain she was intelligent enough to know not to punctuate her poetry with dashes. What illiterate nitwit transcribed this stuff?

  • Cassandra Wylie (8/31/2010 4:36:00 PM)

    Then, Lawrence, you insensitive imbecile, don't read it.

  • Lawrence Beck Lawrence Beck (8/1/2010 7:46:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson was insane. Her 'poetry' is incoherent babble. Generations of gullible readers, mistaking incoherence for profundity, have celebrated dear Emily, and emulated her. In doing so, they have gravely injured American poetry.

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


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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