Emily Dickinson

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

Emily Dickinson Poems

321. Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches 1/13/2003
322. The Way I Read A Letter's—this 1/1/2004
323. Not 1/1/2004
324. I Meant To Have But Modest Needs 1/13/2003
325. Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate 1/13/2003
326. So From The Mould 1/13/2003
327. Fame Of Myself, To Justify 1/13/2003
328. The Good Will Of A Flower 1/13/2003
329. You Constituted Time 1/13/2003
330. Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar 1/13/2003
331. Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle 1/13/2003
332. If Recollecting Were Forgetting 1/13/2003
333. It Is A Lonesome Glee 1/13/2003
334. No Crowd That Has Occurred 1/13/2003
335. All Circumstances Are The Frame 1/13/2003
336. The One Who Could Repeat The Summer Day 1/13/2003
337. We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act 1/1/2004
338. The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping 1/1/2004
339. Should You But Fail At—sea 1/1/2004
340. Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear 1/1/2004
341. Had I Presumed To Hope 1/13/2003
342. Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me 1/1/2004
343. She's Happy, With A New Content 1/13/2003
344. Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling 1/1/2004
345. I'M Sorry For The Dead—today 1/1/2004
346. My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed 1/1/2004
347. Give Little Anguish 1/13/2003
348. Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I 1/1/2004
349. Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered 1/1/2004
350. He Gave Away His Life 1/13/2003
351. Take Your Heaven Further On 1/13/2003
352. I Pay—in Satin Cash 1/1/2004
353. Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure 1/13/2003
354. Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be 1/1/2004
355. Patience—has A Quiet Outer 1/1/2004
356. If The Foolish, Call Them "Flowers" 1/13/2003
357. Of Being Is A Bird 1/13/2003
358. We Cover Thee—sweet Face 1/1/2004
359. This Dust, And Its Feature 1/13/2003
360. Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness 1/13/2003

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  • Mikhail Conrad (10/16/2012 5:48:00 AM)

    I love Emily- she's amazing.

  • Dougie Fresh Dougie Fresh (7/10/2012 3:20:00 PM)

    If you like Emily, try some of my poems..they too are dark!

  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (5/18/2012 10:46:00 PM)

    A poetess of cool head, deep thought and profound faith.

  • Jacqueline Munson (4/27/2012 8:42:00 AM)

    does anybody know what the poem is called where theres a solider in it?

  • Alok Mishra Alok Mishra (4/18/2012 11:51:00 AM)

    She is just so beautiful in simple words.... Her writing is so perfect!

  • Alok Mishra Alok Mishra (4/18/2012 11:49:00 AM)

    I like this lady's poems so much... She is sure the best poet among women!

  • 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.

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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