Emily Dickinson

Best Emily Dickinson Poems

  1. ‘Tis Anguish grander than Delight
  2. ‘Tis customary as we part
  3. ‘Tis little I—could care for Pearls
  4. ‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so
  5. ‘Tis One by One—the Father counts
  6. ‘Tis Opposites—entice
  7. ‘Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
  8. ‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy!
  9. ‘Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
  10. ‘Tis true—They shut me in the Cold
  11. ‘Twas a long Parting—but the time
  12. ‘Twas awkward, but it fitted me
  13. ‘Twas just this time, last year, I died
  14. ‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
  15. ‘Twas Love—not me
  16. ‘Twas the old—road—through pain
  17. ‘Twas warm—at first—like Us
  18. ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly
  19. “As if I asked a common Alms”
  20. “It always felt to me—a wrong”
  21. “Me from Myself—to banish”
  22. “My Faith is larger than the Hills-“
  23. “No Romance sold unto”
  24. “She rose to his requirement, dropped”
  25. “We talked as Girls do-“
  26. A Bird Came Down
  27. A Book
  28. A Burdock—clawed my Gown
  29. A Charm invests a face
  30. A Clock Stopped — Not The Mantel’s
  31. A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
  32. A Coffin—is a small Domain
  33. A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
  34. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
  35. A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
  36. A door just opened on a street
  37. A doubt if it be Us
  38. A drop fell on the apple tree
  39. A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
  40. A feather from the Whippoorwill
  41. A first Mute Coming
  42. A fuzzy fellow, without feet
  43. A happy lip—breaks sudden
  44. A House upon the Height
  45. A Lady red—amid the Hill
  46. A light exists in spring
  47. A little bread—a crust—a crumb
  48. A little east of Jordan
  49. A little Road—not made of Man
  50. A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
  51. A loss of something ever felt I
  52. A Man may make a Remark
  53. A Mien to move a Queen
  54. A Moth the hue of this
  55. A Murmur in the Trees—to note
  56. A narrow fellow in the grass
  57. A nearness to Tremendousness
  58. A Night—there lay the Days between
  59. A Planted Life—diversified
  60. A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
  61. A precious—mouldering pleasure
  62. A Prison gets to be a friend
  63. A Route of Evanescence
  64. A science—so the Savants say
  65. A Secret told
  66. A sepal, petal, and a thorn
  67. A Shade upon the mind there passes
  68. A shady friend for torrid days
  69. A single Screw of Flesh
  70. A slash of Blue
  71. A Solemn thing within the Soul
  72. A solemn thing—it was—I said
  73. A something in a summer’s Day
  74. A South Wind—has a pathos
  75. A still—Volcano—Life
  76. A thought went up my mind to-day
  77. A throe upon the features
  78. A toad can die of light!
  79. A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
  80. A Tooth upon Our Peace
  81. A transport one cannot contain
  82. A Visitor in Marl
  83. A Weight with Needles on the pounds
  84. A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
  85. A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
  86. Abraham to Kill Him
  87. Absence disembodies—so does Death
  88. Absent Place—an April Day
  89. Adrift! A little boat adrift!
  90. Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
  91. After a hundred years
  92. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
  93. Again—his voice is at the door
  94. Ah, Moon—and Star!
  95. Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
  96. Ah, Teneriffe!
  97. All but Death, can be Adjusted
  98. All Circumstances are the Frame
  99. All forgot for recollecting
  100. All I may, if small
  101. All overgrown by cunning moss
  102. All the letters I can write
  103. All these my banners be
  104. Alone, I cannot be
  105. Alter! When the Hills do
  106. Although I put away his life
  107. Always Mine!
  108. Ambition cannot find him
  109. Ample make this Bed
  110. An altered look about the hills
  111. An awful Tempest mashed the air
  112. An everywhere of silver,
  113. An Hour is a Sea
  114. An ignorance a Sunset
  115. And this of all my Hopes
  116. Angels, in the early morning
  117. Answer July
  118. Apology for Her
  119. Apparently with no Surprise
  120. Arcturus
  121. Artists wrestled here!
  122. As by the dead we love to sit
  123. As Children bid the Guest
  124. As Everywhere of Silver
  125. As far from pity, as complaint
  126. As Frost is best conceived
  127. As if some little Arctic flower
  128. As if the Sea should part
  129. As imperceptibly as grief
  130. As One does Sickness over
  131. As plan for Noon and plan for Night
  132. As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
  133. As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
  134. As Watchers hang upon the East
  135. At last, to be identified!
  136. At least—to pray—is left—is left
  137. At leisure is the Soul
  138. Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
  139. Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
  140. Away from Home are some and I—
  141. Baffled for just a day or two
  142. Banish Air from Air—
  143. Be Mine the Doom—
  144. Beauty—be not caused—It Is
  145. Because I could not stop for Death,
  146. Because the Bee may blameless hum
  147. Beclouded
  148. Bee! I’m expecting you!
  149. Before He comes we weigh the Time!
  150. Before I got my eye put out
  151. Before the ice is in the pools
  152. Before you thought of spring,
  153. Behind Me—dips Eternity
  154. Bereaved of all, I went abroad
  155. Bereavement in their death to feel
  156. Besides the Autumn poets sing
  157. Besides this May
  158. Best Gains—must have the Losses’ Test – Emily Dickinson
  159. Best Things dwell out of Sight
  160. Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
  161. Between My Country—and the Others
  162. Bird
  163. Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
  164. Bless God, he went as soldiers
  165. Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
  166. Bound—a trouble
  167. Bring me the sunset in a cup
  168. But little Carmine hath her face
  169. By a flower—By a letter
  170. By Chivalries as tiny
  171. By my Window have I for Scenery
  172. By such and such an offering
  173. By The Sea
  174. Cat
  175. Chartless
  176. Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
  177. Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
  178. Color—Caste—Denomination
  179. Come slowly—Eden!
  180. Conjecturing a Climate
  181. Conscious am I in my Chamber
  182. Could I but ride indefinite
  183. Could I—then—shut the door
  184. Could live—did live
  185. Could—I do more—for Thee
  186. Crisis is a Hair
  187. Crumbling is not an instant’s Act
  188. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
  189. Death is a Dialogue between
  190. Death is potential to that Man
  191. Death leaves Us homesick, who behind
  192. Death sets a Thing significant
  193. Defrauded I a Butterfly
  194. Delayed till she had ceased to know
  195. Delight becomes pictorial
  196. Delight is as the flight
  197. Denial—is the only fact
  198. Departed to the judgment,
  199. Deprived of other Banquet
  200. Despair’s advantage is achieved
  201. Did Our Best Moment last
  202. Did the Harebell loose her girdle
  203. Did we disobey Him?
  204. Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s Mouth
  205. Distrustful of the Gentian
  206. Do People moulder equally
  207. Don’t put up my Thread and Needle
  208. Doom is the House without the Door
  209. Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
  210. Drab Habitation of Whom?
  211. Drama’s Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
  212. Dreams—are well—but Waking’s better
  213. Dropped into the Ether Acre
  214. Dust is the only Secret
  215. Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
  216. Dying! Dying in the night! – Emily Dickinson
  217. Dying! To be afraid of thee
  218. Each life converges to some centre
  219. Each Scar I’ll keep for Him
  220. Each Second is the last
  221. Embarrassment of one another
  222. Empty my Heart, of Thee
  223. Endow the Living—with the Tears
  224. Escaping backward to perceive
  225. Essential Oils—are wrung
  226. Except the Heaven had come so near
  227. Except to Heaven, she is nought
  228. Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
  229. Exhilaration—is within
  230. Expectation—is Contentment
  231. Experience is the Angled Road
  232. Exultation is the going
  233. Fairer through Fading—as the Day
  234. Faith
  235. Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
  236. Fame is a bee
  237. Fame is a fickle food
  238. Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
  239. Fame of Myself, to justify
  240. Finding is the first Act
  241. Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
  242. First Robin
  243. Fitter to see Him, I may be
  244. Flowers—Well—if anybody
  245. For Death—or rather
  246. For each ecstatic instant
  247. For every Bird a Nest
  248. For largest Woman’s Hearth I knew
  249. For this—accepted Breath
  250. Forever at His side to walk
  251. Forever—it composed of Nows
  252. Forget! The lady with the Amulet
  253. Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
  254. Frequently the wood are pink
  255. From Blank to Blank
  256. From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
  257. From Us She wandered now a Year
  258. Funny—to be a Century
  259. Further in Summer than the Birds
  260. Garland for Queens, may be
  261. Give little Anguish
  262. Given in Marriage unto Thee
  263. Glee—The great storm is over
  264. Glowing is her Bonnet
  265. God gave a Loaf to every Bird
  266. God is a distant—stately Lover
  267. God made a little Gentian
  268. God permit industrious angels
  269. Going to Heaven!
  270. Going to Him! Happy letter!
  271. Good Morning—Midnight
  272. Good night, because we must
  273. Good night! which put the candle out?
  274. Good to hide, and hear ’em hunt!
  275. Gratitude—is not the mention
  276. Great Caesar! Condescend
  277. Grief is a Mouse
  278. Growth of Man—like Growth of Nature
  279. Had I not This, or This, I said
  280. Had I presumed to hope
  281. Have any like Myself
  282. Have you got a Brook in your little heart
  283. He forgot—and I—remembered
  284. He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose
  285. He found my Being—set it up
  286. He fumbles at your spirit
  287. He gave away his Life
  288. He outstripped Time with but a Bout
  289. He parts Himself—like Leaves
  290. He put the Belt around my life
  291. He strained my faith
  292. He told a homely tale
  293. He touched me, so I live to know
  294. He was weak, and I was strong—then
  295. He who in Himself believes
  296. Heart, not so heavy as mine
  297. Heart, We Will Forget Him
  298. Heaven – Emily Dickinson
  299. Heaven has different Signs—to me
  300. Heaven is so far of the Mind
  301. Heaven is what I cannot reach!
  302. Heaven—is what I cannot reach!
  303. Her breast is fit for pearls
  304. Her final Summer was it
  305. Her Grace is all she has—
  306. Her smile was shaped like other smiles
  307. Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
  308. Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
  309. Her—
  310. Herein a Blossom lies
  311. His Bill an Auger is
  312. His Feet are shod with Gauze
  313. Home
  314. Hope is the thing with feathers—
  315. Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
  316. How far is it to Heaven?
  317. How fortunate the Grave
  318. How happy I was if I could forget
  319. How happy is the little Stone
  320. How many Flowers fail in Wood
  321. How many times these low feet staggered
  322. How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
  323. How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
  324. How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
  325. How the Waters closed above Him
  326. How well I knew Her not
  327. I am alive—I guess
  328. I am ashamed—I hide
  329. I asked no other thing
  330. I breathed enough to take the Trick
  331. I bring an unaccustomed wine
  332. I Came to buy a smile—today
  333. I can wade Grief
  334. I can’t tell you—but you feel it
  335. I cannot be ashamed
  336. I cannot buy it—’tis not sold
  337. I cannot dance upon my Toes
  338. I cannot live with You
  339. I cautious, scanned my little life
  340. I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
  341. I could die—to know
  342. I could not drink it, Sweet
  343. I could not prove the Years had feet
  344. I could suffice for Him, I knew
  345. I cried at Pity—not at Pain
  346. I cross till I am weary
  347. I died for Beauty—but was scarce
  348. I dreaded that first Robin, so
  349. I dwell in Possibility
  350. I envy Seas, whereon He rides
  351. I fear a Man of frugal Speech
  352. I felt a cleaving in my mind
  353. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
  354. I felt my life with both my hands
  355. I found the phrase to every thought
  356. I gained it so
  357. I gave myself to Him
  358. I got so I could take his name
  359. I had a guinea golden
  360. I had been hungry, all the Years
  361. I had no Cause to be awake
  362. I had no time to hate, because
  363. I had not minded—Walls
  364. I had some things that I called mine
  365. I had the Glory—that will do
  366. I have a Bird in spring
  367. I have a King, who does not speak
  368. I have never seen
  369. I haven’t told my garden yet
  370. I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —
  371. I held a Jewel in my fingers
  372. I hide myself within my flower
  373. I keep my pledge
  374. I know a place where summer strives
  375. I know lives, I could miss
  376. I know some lonely Houses off the Road
  377. I know that He exists
  378. I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
  379. I learned—at least—what Home could be
  380. I like a look of Agony
  381. I like to see it lap the Miles
  382. I live with Him—I see His face
  383. I lived on dread; to those who know
  384. I lost a World – the other day!
  385. I made slow Riches but my Gain
  386. I make His Crescent fill or lack
  387. I many times thought Peace had come
  388. I meant to find Her when I came
  389. I meant to have but modest needs
  390. I measure every grief I meet
  391. I met a King this afternoon!
  392. I never felt at Home—Below
  393. I never hear the word
  394. I never lost as much but twice
  395. I Never Saw a Moor
  396. I never told the buried gold
  397. I often passed the village
  398. I pay—in Satin Cash
  399. I play at Riches—to appease
  400. I prayed, at first, a little Girl
  401. I read my sentence—steadily
  402. I reason, Earth is short
  403. I reckon—when I count it all
  404. I robbed the Woods
  405. I rose—because He sank
  406. I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
  407. I see thee better—in the Dark
  408. I send Two Sunsets
  409. I shall keep singing!
  410. I shall know why—when Time is over
  411. I should have been too glad, I see
  412. I should not dare to leave my friend
  413. I showed her Heights she never saw
  414. I sing to use the Waiting
  415. I sometimes drop it, for a Quick
  416. I started Early – Took my Dog
  417. I stepped from plank to plank
  418. I stole them from a Bee
  419. I taste a liquor never brewed
  420. I tend my flowers for thee
  421. I think I was enchanted
  422. I think just how my shape will rise
  423. I think the Hemlock likes to stand
  424. I think the longest Hour of all
  425. I think to Live—may be a Bliss
  426. I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
  427. I took my Power in my Hand
  428. I tried to think a lonelier Thing
  429. I want—it pleaded—All its life—
  430. I was the slightest in the House
  431. I watched the Moon around the House
  432. I went to heaven,–
  433. I went to thank Her
  434. I would distil a cup
  435. I would not paint—a picture
  436. I Years had been from Home
  437. I years had been from home
  438. I’ll clutch—and clutch
  439. I’ll send the feather from my Hat!
  440. I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
  441. I’m – Emily Dickinson
  442. I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs
  443. I’m nobody! Who are you?
  444. I’m saying every day
  445. I’m sorry for the Dead—Today
  446. I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes
  447. I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent
  448. I’ve none to tell me to but Thee
  449. I’ve nothing else—to bring, You know
  450. I’ve seen a Dying Eye
  451. I’ll tell you how the sun rose
  452. I'm the little – Emily Dickinson
  453. Ideals are the Fairly Oil
  454. If any sink, assure that this, now standing
  455. If anybody’s friend be dead
  456. If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
  457. If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
  458. If He were living—dare I ask
  459. If I can stop one heart from breaking,
  460. If I could bribe them by a Rose
  461. If I may have it, when it’s dead
  462. If I should cease to bring a Rose
  463. If I should die
  464. If I shouldn’t be alive
  465. If I’m lost—now
  466. If it had no pencil
  467. If pain for peace prepares
  468. If recollecting were forgetting
  469. If she had been the Mistletoe
  470. If the foolish, call them
  471. If this is
  472. If those I loved were lost
  473. If What we could—were what we would
  474. If you were coming in the fall,
  475. If your Nerve, deny you
  476. Impossibility, like Wine
  477. In Ebon Box, when years have flown
  478. In falling Timbers buried
  479. In lands I never saw—they say
  480. In rags mysterious as these
  481. In Winter in my Room
  482. Inconceivably solemn!
  483. Is Bliss then, such Abyss
  484. Is it dead—Find it
  485. Is it true, dear Sue?
  486. It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
  487. It can’t be
  488. It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
  489. It did not surprise me
  490. It don’t sound so terrible—quite—as it did
  491. It Dropped So Low — In My Regard —
  492. It feels a shame to be Alive
  493. It is a lonesome Glee
  494. It is an honorable thought,
  495. It is easy to work when the soul is at play
  496. It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
  497. It knew no Medicine
  498. It makes no difference abroad
  499. It might be lonelier
  500. It sifts from Leaden Sieves
  501. It struck me—every Day
  502. It tossed—and tossed
  503. It troubled me as once I was
  504. It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
  505. It was given to me by the Gods
  506. It was not death, for I stood up
  507. It was too late for Man
  508. It will be Summer—eventually
  509. It would have starved a Gnat
  510. It would never be Common—more—I said
  511. It’s All I have to bring to-day,
  512. It’s all I have to bring today
  513. It’s coming—the postponeless Creature
  514. It’s easy to invent a Life
  515. It’s like the light, —
  516. It’s such a little thing to weep
  517. It’s thoughts—and just One Heart
  518. Jesus! thy Crucifix
  519. Joy to have merited the Pain
  520. Just as He spoke it from his Hands
  521. Just lost, when I was saved!
  522. Just so—Jesus—raps
  523. Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
  524. Knows how to forget!
  525. Least Bee that brew
  526. Least Rivers—docile to some sea
  527. Let Us play Yesterday
  528. Life—is what we make of it
  529. Life, and Death, and Giants
  530. Light is sufficient to itself
  531. Like eyes that looked on Wastes
  532. Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
  533. Like her the Saints retire
  534. Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
  535. Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
  536. Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
  537. Love reckons by itself—alone
  538. Love—is anterior to Life
  539. Love—is that later Thing than Death
  540. Love—thou art high
  541. Low at my problem bending
  542. Make me a picture of the sun
  543. Mama never forgets her birds
  544. Many a phrase has the English language
  545. Many cross the Rhine
  546. Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
  547. Me, change! Me, alter!
  548. Me! Come! My dazzled face
  549. Midsummer, was it, when They died
  550. Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
  551. More Life—went out—when He went
  552. Morning—is the place for Dew
  553. Morning—means
  554. Morns like these—we parted
  555. Most she touched me by her muteness
  556. Much Madness is divinest Sense
  557. Musicians wrestle everywhere
  558. Must be a Woe
  559. Mute thy Coronation
  560. My best Acquaintances are those
  561. My Eye is fuller than my vase
  562. My first well Day—since many ill
  563. My friend attacks my friend!
  564. My friend must be a Bird
  565. My Garden—like the Beach
  566. My life closed twice before its close
  567. My life closed twice before its close;
  568. My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
  569. My nosegays are for captives;
  570. My period had come for Prayer
  571. My Portion is Defeat—today
  572. My Reward for Being, was This
  573. My River runs to thee
  574. My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
  575. My wheel is in the dark
  576. My Worthiness is all my Doubt
  577. Myself was formed—a Carpenter
  578. Nature and God—I neither knew
  579. Nature is what we see—
  580. Nature rarer uses yellow
  581. Nature the gentlest mother is
  582. Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
  583. Nature—the Gentlest Mother is
  584. Never for Society
  585. New feet within my garden go
  586. No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
  587. No Crowd that has occurred
  588. No Man can compass a Despair
  589. No matter—now—Sweet
  590. No Notice gave She, but a Change
  591. No Other can reduce
  592. No Prisoner be
  593. No Rack can torture me
  594. Nobody knows this little Rose
  595. None can experience sting

Emily Dickinson Biography

Almost unknown as a poet in her own lifetime in the Victorian era, Emily Dickinson came to be known as one of the foremost of American poets after her work was rediscovered in the 20th century. Modern readers were able to appreciate what 19th century readers were not; Dickinson’s short, often untitled poems, with their unusual rhyming schemes and non-standard capitalization and punctuation were considered too abstract and jarring for the gentler Victorian tastes, but for the modern reader, remain refreshing, despite the recurring themes of death and despair.

Born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, Emily Dickinson’s family was well-known and widely respected within the community. Dickinson herself also became well-known to the community; however, she became nearly infamous for her bizarre behavior – such as dressing only in white – and her refusal to leave home or even her room after completing her education.

Despite the fact that she rarely left her home, Emily Dickinson had many friends with whom she corresponded and shared some of her poems. Besides the poems she shared with friends, very few of Dickinson’s poems saw the light of day during her lifetime – fewer than twelve were published before her death.

Therefore, the story of Emily Dickinson as a poet actually begins after her death in 1886, when her sister Lavinia discovered Emily’s collection of poetry, copied carefully into manuscript books, as though Emily intended for them to be found after her death. The first collection of Emily Dickinson’s poetry was published four years after her death by her friends Mabel Loomis Todd and Thomas Wentworth Higginson; this collection, however, was edited considerably in content in order to make Dickinson’s poetry more accessible to the Victorian-era reader.

This first collection of 115 poems was an unqualified success; the demand for poetry by Dickinson was such that two more collections appeared within six years.

These poems were not, however, the same versions of Dickinson’s poems that are known to modern readers. The heavy editing courtesy of Todd and Higginson made Dickinson’s poetry more palatable for the tastes at the time, but it wasn’t until Thomas H. Johnson compiled Dickinson’s original poetry manuscripts for publication in 1955 that the unadulterated versions of her poems were seen.

Among Dickinson’s best known poems are:

Because I could not stop for death:

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Heart! We will forget him!

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I heard a fly buzz

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