Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

281. Tho' My Destiny Be Fustian 1/13/2003
282. Tho' I Get Home How Late—how Late 1/1/2004
283. Once More, My Now Bewildered Dove 1/13/2003
284. Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss 1/1/2004
285. She Dwelleth In The Ground 1/13/2003
286. The Missing All—prevented Me 1/1/2004
287. Pigmy Seraphs—gone Astray 1/1/2004
288. Of All The Sounds Despatched Abroad 1/13/2003
289. Morning—means 1/1/2004
290. To Know Just How He Suffered—Would Be Dear 1/13/2003
291. The Future—never Spoke 1/1/2004
292. I Often Passed The Village 1/13/2003
293. Perhaps I Asked Too Large 1/3/2003
294. How Well I Knew Her Not 1/13/2003
295. They Called Me To The Window, For 1/13/2003
296. His Heart Was Darker Than The Starless Night 2/25/2015
297. The Battlefield 5/25/2015
298. I Think I Was Enchanted 1/13/2003
299. She Bore It Till The Simple Veins 1/13/2003
300. She Lay As If At Play 1/13/2003
301. My First Well Day—since Many Ill 1/1/2004
302. If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing 1/13/2003
303. He Parts Himself—like Leaves 1/1/2004
304. Smiling Back From Coronation 1/13/2003
305. No Notice Gave She, But A Change 1/13/2003
306. Just Lost, When I Was Saved! 1/13/2003
307. We Met As Sparks—diverging Flints 1/1/2004
308. He Gave Away His Life 1/13/2003
309. Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things 1/13/2003
310. Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness 1/13/2003
311. So From The Mould 1/13/2003
312. The One Who Could Repeat The Summer Day 1/13/2003
313. More Life—went Out—when He Went 1/1/2004
314. Prayer Is The Little Implement 1/13/2003
315. My Reward For Being, Was This 1/13/2003
316. The Province Of The Saved 1/13/2003
317. The Birds Reported From The South 1/13/2003
318. When The Astronomer Stops Seeking 1/13/2003
319. Me, Change! Me, Alter! 1/13/2003
320. We Play At Paste, 12/31/2002

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Kristyn Sommers (10/13/2007 3:06:00 PM)

    Woah she looks like a dude!

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  • Dana Tyrrell (6/11/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    a truly amazing poet!

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (6/1/2006 2:46:00 PM)

    It's really amazing the number of poems she has written.

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 9:01:00 AM)

    Quietly in her room,
    Emily Dickinson
    created a universe of poetry!

  • Pickled Onion (1/29/2005 6:34:00 AM)

    Your poem reminded me of part of your surname

  • 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.

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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