Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

241. Shells From The Coast Mistaking 1/13/2003
242. This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes 1/13/2003
243. Not Probable—the Barest Chance 1/1/2004
244. Some Such Butterfly Be Seen 1/13/2003
245. A Sloop of Amber slips away 1/9/2016
246. Dying At My Music 12/2/2014
247. Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room 1/1/2004
248. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History 3/17/2015
249. The Morning After Woe 1/13/2003
250. The First Day That I Was A Life 1/13/2003
251. If Blame Be My Side—forfeit Me 1/1/2004
252. If He Were Living—dare I Ask 1/1/2004
253. The Dust Behind I Strove To Join 1/13/2003
254. If Pain For Peace Prepares 1/13/2003
255. I Sing To Use The Waiting 1/13/2003
256. If She Had Been The Mistletoe 1/13/2003
257. Good To Hide, And Hear 'Em Hunt! 1/13/2003
258. He Outstripped Time With But A Bout 1/13/2003
259. To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly 1/13/2003
260. He Put The Belt Around My Life 1/13/2003
261. He Found My Being—set It Up 1/1/2004
262. I Had The Glory—that Will Do 1/1/2004
263. Our Little Kinsmen—after Rain 1/1/2004
264. What I See Not, I Better See 1/13/2003
265. Sexton! My Master's Sleeping Here 1/13/2003
266. It's Thoughts—and Just One Heart 1/1/2004
267. The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb 1/13/2003
268. Rehearsal To Ourselves 1/13/2003
269. Only A Shrine, But Mine 1/13/2003
270. Must Be A Woe 1/13/2003
271. Whose Cheek Is This? 1/13/2003
272. Our Share Of Night To Bear 1/13/2003
273. The Face I Carry With Me—last 1/1/2004
274. I'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know 1/1/2004
275. Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not 1/13/2003
276. We Pray&Mdash;To Heaven 1/13/2003
277. The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot 1/1/2004
278. My Best Acquaintances Are Those 1/13/2003
279. No Other Can Reduce 1/13/2003
280. This Is A Blossom Of The Brain 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Georgios Venetopoulos Georgios Venetopoulos (1/6/2015 1:50:00 PM)

    The semi-antique colonial English language used by Emily causes the experienced reader to slow his pace while reading her poetry. I love her style. She is laconic and she is spiritual and feminine.

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  • Georgios Venetopoulos Georgios Venetopoulos (1/6/2015 1:46:00 PM)

    The semi-antique colonial English language used by Emily causes the experienced reader to slow his pace while reading her poetry. I love her style. She is laconic and she is spiritual and feminine.

  • Eric Ericson (11/26/2014 8:07:00 AM)

    unnoticed in your day -
    behind your wall or in your garden fair -
    your bloom - unwanted -
    falling to us to enjoy

  • Srimayee Ganguly Srimayee Ganguly (10/7/2014 12:36:00 PM)

    Her language is mesmerizing, haunting, irresistibly charming- a pure genius.

  • 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.

  • 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?

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

A Mien To Move A Queen

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A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—

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