Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

281. Only God—detect The Sorrow 1/1/2004
282. Ribbons Of The Year 1/13/2003
283. There Is A June When Corn Is Cut 1/13/2003
284. What Did They Do Since I Saw Them? 1/13/2003
285. He Forgot—and I—remembered 1/1/2004
286. What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer 1/13/2003
287. Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things 1/13/2003
288. He Gave Away His Life 1/13/2003
289. Shells From The Coast Mistaking 1/13/2003
290. Me! Come! My Dazzled Face 5/15/2001
291. Mine—by The Right Of The White Election! 1/1/2004
292. Love—thou Art High 1/1/2004
293. One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only 1/1/2004
294. There Is A Morn By Men Unseen 1/13/2003
295. They Ask But Our Delight 1/13/2003
296. No Bobolink—reverse His Singing 1/1/2004
297. Who Court Obtain Within Himself 1/13/2003
298. This Was In The White Of The Year 1/13/2003
299. They Have A Little Odor—that To Me 1/1/2004
300. Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling 1/1/2004
301. Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men 1/13/2003
302. With A Flower 1/2/2015
303. It's Easy To Invent A Life 1/13/2003
304. The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb 1/13/2003
305. Sexton! My Master's Sleeping Here 1/13/2003
306. Musicians Wrestle Everywhere 1/13/2003
307. Light Is Sufficient To Itself 1/13/2003
308. The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me 1/13/2003
309. So Proud She Was To Die 5/15/2001
310. This Merit Hath The Worst 1/13/2003
311. There Is An Arid Pleasure 1/13/2003
312. The Red—blaze—is The Morning 1/1/2004
313. The Hallowing Of Pain 1/13/2003
314. The Day Undressed&Mdash;Herself 1/13/2003
315. Out Of Sight? What Of That? 1/13/2003
316. Many A Phrase Has The English Language 1/13/2003
317. These—saw Visions 1/1/2004
318. In Falling Timbers Buried 1/13/2003
319. Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss 1/1/2004
320. She Died At Play 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • 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.

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  • 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.

  • Amy Marie Amy Marie (2/6/2010 2:38:00 PM)

    I love her Originality.. ;) Her dashes and capitalization are great!

  • fleur de lys (7/26/2009 5:04:00 PM)

    She is like a vestal virgin with devotional ties to her 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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