Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

281. He Strained My Faith 1/13/2003
282. So Glad We Are—a Stranger'D Deem 1/1/2004
283. Read—sweet—how Others—strove 1/1/2004
284. One Anguish—in A Crowd 1/1/2004
285. This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes 1/13/2003
286. Shells From The Coast Mistaking 1/13/2003
287. A Sloop of Amber slips away 1/9/2016
288. Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not 1/13/2003
289. Not In This World To See His Face 5/15/2001
290. Put Up My Lute! 1/13/2003
291. Not All Die Early, Dying Young 1/13/2003
292. I Tie My Hat—i Crease My Shawl 1/1/2004
293. The Doomed—regard The Sunrise 1/1/2004
294. He Told A Homely Tale 1/13/2003
295. His Feet Are Shod With Gauze 1/13/2003
296. His Bill An Auger Is 1/13/2003
297. Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe 1/13/2003
298. The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea 1/13/2003
299. The Poets Light But Lamps 1/13/2003
300. Savior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell 1/13/2003
301. Ribbons Of The Year 1/13/2003
302. Of Tolling Bell I Ask The Cause? 1/13/2003
303. While Asters&Mdash; 1/13/2003
304. 'Tis One By One — The Father Counts 1/13/2003
305. Portraits Are To Daily Faces 1/13/2003
306. Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits 1/13/2003
307. 'Tis Sunrise&Mdash;Little Maid&Mdash;Hast Thou 1/13/2003
308. To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly 1/13/2003
309. If She Had Been The Mistletoe 1/13/2003
310. Must Be A Woe 1/13/2003
311. Publication—is The Auction 1/1/2004
312. Rehearsal To Ourselves 1/13/2003
313. The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb 1/13/2003
314. He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose 1/13/2003
315. Like Brooms of Steel 8/13/2016
316. Good Night, Because We Must 1/13/2003
317. Should You But Fail At—sea 1/1/2004
318. The Good Will Of A Flower 1/13/2003
319. I'M 1/1/2004
320. I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes 1/13/2003

Comments about Emily Dickinson

  • Geoff Dunstone (7/14/2016 4:38:00 AM)

    a brilliant and enigmatic poet

    82 person liked.
    70 person did not like.
  • Soul Watcher Soul Watcher (6/22/2016 10:49:00 AM)

    This poet will never come back again

  • Brendan O'Brien (3/12/2016 2:52:00 AM)

    A word is dead when it is said some say
    I say it only starts to live that dayHow wonderfully accurate, and how beautifully stated.

  • Muteesasira Juma Muteesasira Juma (12/26/2015 12:31:00 AM)

    she was really wonderful

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/16/2015 5:12:00 AM)

    ''We never know how high we are
    Till we are asked to rise''
    Emily Dickinson (1176)

    beautiful words.. and a great truth..

  • Nirmal Upadhyaya (11/7/2015 11:47:00 AM)

    Emily is one of best poets I adore.

  • Laurie Flynn (8/13/2015 4:41:00 PM)

    To me, Emily Dickinson is one of the most insightful poets, in fact writers, that has even blessed the English language. Her remarkable understanding of emotions and feelings make her pieces timeless and, furthermore, a crutch for those in need of support when they can't quite work out their own. Hopeful yet realistic, beautiful yet dark and even witty, Dickinson is truly a remarkable character and it's reflected in her poetry.

  • Johan Kwisthout (5/18/2015 4:49:00 AM)

    Can anyone here help me to a source for the quote If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves contributed to Dickinson (I need a source in order to ask for permission to quote if it it still under copyright, e.g., if it is in the Johnson and Franklin editions, but I have no access to them)

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    My favorite: Because I Could Not Stop for Death

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:01:00 AM)

    Emily is the Best of the Best! ! ! !

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


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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