Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

281. Only A Shrine, But Mine 1/13/2003
282. Publication—is The Auction 1/1/2004
283. Whose Cheek Is This? 1/13/2003
284. Our Share Of Night To Bear 1/13/2003
285. The Chemical Conviction 1/13/2003
286. The Face I Carry With Me—last 1/1/2004
287. I'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know 1/1/2004
288. Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea 1/1/2004
289. We Pray&Mdash;To Heaven 1/13/2003
290. Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not 1/13/2003
291. I Noticed People Disappeared 4/11/2015
292. Have Any Like Myself 1/13/2003
293. This Is A Blossom Of The Brain 1/13/2003
294. I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack 1/13/2003
295. The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes 1/13/2003
296. She Died At Play 1/13/2003
297. My Eye Is Fuller Than My Vase 1/13/2003
298. Tho' My Destiny Be Fustian 1/13/2003
299. Tho' I Get Home How Late—how Late 1/1/2004
300. Once More, My Now Bewildered Dove 1/13/2003
301. In Falling Timbers Buried 1/13/2003
302. Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss 1/1/2004
303. She Dwelleth In The Ground 1/13/2003
304. The Missing All—prevented Me 1/1/2004
305. Pigmy Seraphs—gone Astray 1/1/2004
306. Of All The Sounds Despatched Abroad 1/13/2003
307. Morning—means 1/1/2004
308. To Know Just How He Suffered—Would Be Dear 1/13/2003
309. Perhaps I Asked Too Large 1/3/2003
310. How Well I Knew Her Not 1/13/2003
311. They Called Me To The Window, For 1/13/2003
312. His Heart Was Darker Than The Starless Night 2/25/2015
313. She Lay As If At Play 1/13/2003
314. If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would 1/13/2003
315. Smiling Back From Coronation 1/13/2003
316. He Parts Himself—like Leaves 1/1/2004
317. Like Flowers, That Heard The News Of Dews 1/13/2003
318. My Wheel Is In The Dark 1/13/2003
319. Just Lost, When I Was Saved! 1/13/2003
320. No Notice Gave She, But A Change 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Wahab Abdul Wahab Abdul (12/11/2013 11:58:00 PM)

    Dickinson has critically examined the concept of the poet and poetry in her poems and letters. Emily Dickinson assigns a distinguished place to the poet in the creative process. she calls him a craftsman, a creator, and visionary, she equates the poet’s creation with god’s creation. it is the poet’s creation which makes him immortal. he is a profound seer
    Who tries to resolve the mysteries of life and death.He is like Christ who is totally committed to the cause of humanity.

    For Emily Dickinson, poetry is the store house of thought, poetry is full of possibilities
    because it deals with the known as well as the unknown. It deals not only with the material but also mystical and spiritual. Poetry deals with life of the poet because
    it is the exclusive product of his thoughts. Dickinson uses poetry for the expression of her pains and sufferings which are full of poetic potential. poetry has a divine origin
    because it originates from the soul. ……….Aw

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  • Me Andyou (12/4/2013 7:27:00 AM)

    The poem is called I took one Draught of Life.

  • Me Andyou (12/4/2013 7:24:00 AM)

    The name of that poem is I took one Draught of Life #1725

  • Christine Karr (9/3/2013 12:17:00 PM)

    I've looked since high school days for the poem that begins, I took one draft of life - I'll tell you what I paid - precisely and existance, the market price they said. They weighed me dust by dust. They balanced film with film. They handed me my being's worth - a single dram of heaven. If anyone knows the name of that poem or where I might find it, please let me know!

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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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