Best Emily Dickinson Poems
- ‘Tis Anguish grander than Delight
- ‘Tis customary as we part
- ‘Tis little I—could care for Pearls
- ‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so
- ‘Tis One by One—the Father counts
- ‘Tis Opposites—entice
- ‘Tis so appalling—it exhilarates
- ‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy!
- ‘Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
- ‘Tis true—They shut me in the Cold
- ‘Twas a long Parting—but the time
- ‘Twas awkward, but it fitted me
- ‘Twas just this time, last year, I died
- ‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
- ‘Twas Love—not me
- ‘Twas the old—road—through pain
- ‘Twas warm—at first—like Us
- ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly
- “As if I asked a common Alms”
- “It always felt to me—a wrong”
- “Me from Myself—to banish”
- “My Faith is larger than the Hills-“
- “No Romance sold unto”
- “She rose to his requirement, dropped”
- “We talked as Girls do-“
- A Bird Came Down
- A Book
- A Burdock—clawed my Gown
- A Charm invests a face
- A Clock Stopped — Not The Mantel’s
- A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
- A Coffin—is a small Domain
- A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
- A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
- A door just opened on a street
- A doubt if it be Us
- A drop fell on the apple tree
- A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink
- A feather from the Whippoorwill
- A first Mute Coming
- A fuzzy fellow, without feet
- A happy lip—breaks sudden
- A House upon the Height
- A Lady red—amid the Hill
- A light exists in spring
- A little bread—a crust—a crumb
- A little east of Jordan
- A little Road—not made of Man
- A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
- A loss of something ever felt I
- A Man may make a Remark
- A Mien to move a Queen
- A Moth the hue of this
- A Murmur in the Trees—to note
- A narrow fellow in the grass
- A nearness to Tremendousness
- A Night—there lay the Days between
- A Planted Life—diversified
- A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
- A precious—mouldering pleasure
- A Prison gets to be a friend
- A Route of Evanescence
- A science—so the Savants say
- A Secret told
- A sepal, petal, and a thorn
- A Shade upon the mind there passes
- A shady friend for torrid days
- A single Screw of Flesh
- A slash of Blue
- A Solemn thing within the Soul
- A solemn thing—it was—I said
- A something in a summer’s Day
- A South Wind—has a pathos
- A still—Volcano—Life
- A thought went up my mind to-day
- A throe upon the features
- A toad can die of light!
- A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!
- A Tooth upon Our Peace
- A transport one cannot contain
- A Visitor in Marl
- A Weight with Needles on the pounds
- A Wife—at daybreak I shall be
- A Wounded Deer—leaps highest
- Abraham to Kill Him
- Absence disembodies—so does Death
- Absent Place—an April Day
- Adrift! A little boat adrift!
- Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
- After a hundred years
- After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
- Again—his voice is at the door
- Ah, Moon—and Star!
- Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
- Ah, Teneriffe!
- All but Death, can be Adjusted
- All Circumstances are the Frame
- All forgot for recollecting
- All I may, if small
- All overgrown by cunning moss
- All the letters I can write
- All these my banners be
- Alone, I cannot be
- Alter! When the Hills do
- Although I put away his life
- Always Mine!
- Ambition cannot find him
- Ample make this Bed
- An altered look about the hills
- An awful Tempest mashed the air
- An everywhere of silver,
- An Hour is a Sea
- An ignorance a Sunset
- And this of all my Hopes
- Angels, in the early morning
- Answer July
- Apology for Her
- Apparently with no Surprise
- Arcturus
- Artists wrestled here!
- As by the dead we love to sit
- As Children bid the Guest
- As Everywhere of Silver
- As far from pity, as complaint
- As Frost is best conceived
- As if some little Arctic flower
- As if the Sea should part
- As imperceptibly as grief
- As One does Sickness over
- As plan for Noon and plan for Night
- As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
- As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
- As Watchers hang upon the East
- At last, to be identified!
- At least—to pray—is left—is left
- At leisure is the Soul
- Autumn—overlooked my Knitting
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
- Away from Home are some and I—
- Baffled for just a day or two
- Banish Air from Air—
- Be Mine the Doom—
- Beauty—be not caused—It Is
- Because I could not stop for Death,
- Because the Bee may blameless hum
- Beclouded
- Bee! I’m expecting you!
- Before He comes we weigh the Time!
- Before I got my eye put out
- Before the ice is in the pools
- Before you thought of spring,
- Behind Me—dips Eternity
- Bereaved of all, I went abroad
- Bereavement in their death to feel
- Besides the Autumn poets sing
- Besides this May
- Best Gains—must have the Losses’ Test – Emily Dickinson
- Best Things dwell out of Sight
- Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
- Between My Country—and the Others
- Bird
- Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
- Bless God, he went as soldiers
- Bloom upon the Mountain—stated
- Bound—a trouble
- Bring me the sunset in a cup
- But little Carmine hath her face
- By a flower—By a letter
- By Chivalries as tiny
- By my Window have I for Scenery
- By such and such an offering
- By The Sea
- Cat
- Chartless
- Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
- Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
- Color—Caste—Denomination
- Come slowly—Eden!
- Conjecturing a Climate
- Conscious am I in my Chamber
- Could I but ride indefinite
- Could I—then—shut the door
- Could live—did live
- Could—I do more—for Thee
- Crisis is a Hair
- Crumbling is not an instant’s Act
- Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
- Death is a Dialogue between
- Death is potential to that Man
- Death leaves Us homesick, who behind
- Death sets a Thing significant
- Defrauded I a Butterfly
- Delayed till she had ceased to know
- Delight becomes pictorial
- Delight is as the flight
- Denial—is the only fact
- Departed to the judgment,
- Deprived of other Banquet
- Despair’s advantage is achieved
- Did Our Best Moment last
- Did the Harebell loose her girdle
- Did we disobey Him?
- Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s Mouth
- Distrustful of the Gentian
- Do People moulder equally
- Don’t put up my Thread and Needle
- Doom is the House without the Door
- Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
- Drab Habitation of Whom?
- Drama’s Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
- Dreams—are well—but Waking’s better
- Dropped into the Ether Acre
- Dust is the only Secret
- Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
- Dying! Dying in the night! – Emily Dickinson
- Dying! To be afraid of thee
- Each life converges to some centre
- Each Scar I’ll keep for Him
- Each Second is the last
- Embarrassment of one another
- Empty my Heart, of Thee
- Endow the Living—with the Tears
- Escaping backward to perceive
- Essential Oils—are wrung
- Except the Heaven had come so near
- Except to Heaven, she is nought
- Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
- Exhilaration—is within
- Expectation—is Contentment
- Experience is the Angled Road
- Exultation is the going
- Fairer through Fading—as the Day
- Faith
- Faith—is the Pierless Bridge
- Fame is a bee
- Fame is a fickle food
- Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
- Fame of Myself, to justify
- Finding is the first Act
- Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
- First Robin
- Fitter to see Him, I may be
- Flowers—Well—if anybody
- For Death—or rather
- For each ecstatic instant
- For every Bird a Nest
- For largest Woman’s Hearth I knew
- For this—accepted Breath
- Forever at His side to walk
- Forever—it composed of Nows
- Forget! The lady with the Amulet
- Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre
- Frequently the wood are pink
- From Blank to Blank
- From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
- From Us She wandered now a Year
- Funny—to be a Century
- Further in Summer than the Birds
- Garland for Queens, may be
- Give little Anguish
- Given in Marriage unto Thee
- Glee—The great storm is over
- Glowing is her Bonnet
- God gave a Loaf to every Bird
- God is a distant—stately Lover
- God made a little Gentian
- God permit industrious angels
- Going to Heaven!
- Going to Him! Happy letter!
- Good Morning—Midnight
- Good night, because we must
- Good night! which put the candle out?
- Good to hide, and hear ’em hunt!
- Gratitude—is not the mention
- Great Caesar! Condescend
- Grief is a Mouse
- Growth of Man—like Growth of Nature
- Had I not This, or This, I said
- Had I presumed to hope
- Have any like Myself
- Have you got a Brook in your little heart
- He forgot—and I—remembered
- He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose
- He found my Being—set it up
- He fumbles at your spirit
- He gave away his Life
- He outstripped Time with but a Bout
- He parts Himself—like Leaves
- He put the Belt around my life
- He strained my faith
- He told a homely tale
- He touched me, so I live to know
- He was weak, and I was strong—then
- He who in Himself believes
- Heart, not so heavy as mine
- Heart, We Will Forget Him
- Heaven – Emily Dickinson
- Heaven has different Signs—to me
- Heaven is so far of the Mind
- Heaven is what I cannot reach!
- Heaven—is what I cannot reach!
- Her breast is fit for pearls
- Her final Summer was it
- Her Grace is all she has—
- Her smile was shaped like other smiles
- Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
- Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
- Her—
- Herein a Blossom lies
- His Bill an Auger is
- His Feet are shod with Gauze
- Home
- Hope is the thing with feathers—
- Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
- How far is it to Heaven?
- How fortunate the Grave
- How happy I was if I could forget
- How happy is the little Stone
- How many Flowers fail in Wood
- How many times these low feet staggered
- How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand
- How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine
- How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
- How the Waters closed above Him
- How well I knew Her not
- I am alive—I guess
- I am ashamed—I hide
- I asked no other thing
- I breathed enough to take the Trick
- I bring an unaccustomed wine
- I Came to buy a smile—today
- I can wade Grief
- I can’t tell you—but you feel it
- I cannot be ashamed
- I cannot buy it—’tis not sold
- I cannot dance upon my Toes
- I cannot live with You
- I cautious, scanned my little life
- I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to
- I could die—to know
- I could not drink it, Sweet
- I could not prove the Years had feet
- I could suffice for Him, I knew
- I cried at Pity—not at Pain
- I cross till I am weary
- I died for Beauty—but was scarce
- I dreaded that first Robin, so
- I dwell in Possibility
- I envy Seas, whereon He rides
- I fear a Man of frugal Speech
- I felt a cleaving in my mind
- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
- I felt my life with both my hands
- I found the phrase to every thought
- I gained it so
- I gave myself to Him
- I got so I could take his name
- I had a guinea golden
- I had been hungry, all the Years
- I had no Cause to be awake
- I had no time to hate, because
- I had not minded—Walls
- I had some things that I called mine
- I had the Glory—that will do
- I have a Bird in spring
- I have a King, who does not speak
- I have never seen
- I haven’t told my garden yet
- I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —
- I held a Jewel in my fingers
- I hide myself within my flower
- I keep my pledge
- I know a place where summer strives
- I know lives, I could miss
- I know some lonely Houses off the Road
- I know that He exists
- I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
- I learned—at least—what Home could be
- I like a look of Agony
- I like to see it lap the Miles
- I live with Him—I see His face
- I lived on dread; to those who know
- I lost a World – the other day!
- I made slow Riches but my Gain
- I make His Crescent fill or lack
- I many times thought Peace had come
- I meant to find Her when I came
- I meant to have but modest needs
- I measure every grief I meet
- I met a King this afternoon!
- I never felt at Home—Below
- I never hear the word
- I never lost as much but twice
- I Never Saw a Moor
- I never told the buried gold
- I often passed the village
- I pay—in Satin Cash
- I play at Riches—to appease
- I prayed, at first, a little Girl
- I read my sentence—steadily
- I reason, Earth is short
- I reckon—when I count it all
- I robbed the Woods
- I rose—because He sank
- I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched
- I see thee better—in the Dark
- I send Two Sunsets
- I shall keep singing!
- I shall know why—when Time is over
- I should have been too glad, I see
- I should not dare to leave my friend
- I showed her Heights she never saw
- I sing to use the Waiting
- I sometimes drop it, for a Quick
- I started Early – Took my Dog
- I stepped from plank to plank
- I stole them from a Bee
- I taste a liquor never brewed
- I tend my flowers for thee
- I think I was enchanted
- I think just how my shape will rise
- I think the Hemlock likes to stand
- I think the longest Hour of all
- I think to Live—may be a Bliss
- I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl
- I took my Power in my Hand
- I tried to think a lonelier Thing
- I want—it pleaded—All its life—
- I was the slightest in the House
- I watched the Moon around the House
- I went to heaven,–
- I went to thank Her
- I would distil a cup
- I would not paint—a picture
- I Years had been from Home
- I years had been from home
- I’ll clutch—and clutch
- I’ll send the feather from my Hat!
- I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
- I’m – Emily Dickinson
- I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs
- I’m nobody! Who are you?
- I’m saying every day
- I’m sorry for the Dead—Today
- I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes
- I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent
- I’ve none to tell me to but Thee
- I’ve nothing else—to bring, You know
- I’ve seen a Dying Eye
- I’ll tell you how the sun rose
- I'm the little – Emily Dickinson
- Ideals are the Fairly Oil
- If any sink, assure that this, now standing
- If anybody’s friend be dead
- If Blame be my side—forfeit Me
- If He dissolve—then—there is nothing
- If He were living—dare I ask
- If I can stop one heart from breaking,
- If I could bribe them by a Rose
- If I may have it, when it’s dead
- If I should cease to bring a Rose
- If I should die
- If I shouldn’t be alive
- If I’m lost—now
- If it had no pencil
- If pain for peace prepares
- If recollecting were forgetting
- If she had been the Mistletoe
- If the foolish, call them
- If this is
- If those I loved were lost
- If What we could—were what we would
- If you were coming in the fall,
- If your Nerve, deny you
- Impossibility, like Wine
- In Ebon Box, when years have flown
- In falling Timbers buried
- In lands I never saw—they say
- In rags mysterious as these
- In Winter in my Room
- Inconceivably solemn!
- Is Bliss then, such Abyss
- Is it dead—Find it
- Is it true, dear Sue?
- It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
- It can’t be
- It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
- It did not surprise me
- It don’t sound so terrible—quite—as it did
- It Dropped So Low — In My Regard —
- It feels a shame to be Alive
- It is a lonesome Glee
- It is an honorable thought,
- It is easy to work when the soul is at play
- It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
- It knew no Medicine
- It makes no difference abroad
- It might be lonelier
- It sifts from Leaden Sieves
- It struck me—every Day
- It tossed—and tossed
- It troubled me as once I was
- It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
- It was given to me by the Gods
- It was not death, for I stood up
- It was too late for Man
- It will be Summer—eventually
- It would have starved a Gnat
- It would never be Common—more—I said
- It’s All I have to bring to-day,
- It’s all I have to bring today
- It’s coming—the postponeless Creature
- It’s easy to invent a Life
- It’s like the light, —
- It’s such a little thing to weep
- It’s thoughts—and just One Heart
- Jesus! thy Crucifix
- Joy to have merited the Pain
- Just as He spoke it from his Hands
- Just lost, when I was saved!
- Just so—Jesus—raps
- Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you
- Knows how to forget!
- Least Bee that brew
- Least Rivers—docile to some sea
- Let Us play Yesterday
- Life—is what we make of it
- Life, and Death, and Giants
- Light is sufficient to itself
- Like eyes that looked on Wastes
- Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
- Like her the Saints retire
- Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
- Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
- Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
- Love reckons by itself—alone
- Love—is anterior to Life
- Love—is that later Thing than Death
- Love—thou art high
- Low at my problem bending
- Make me a picture of the sun
- Mama never forgets her birds
- Many a phrase has the English language
- Many cross the Rhine
- Me prove it now—Whoever doubt
- Me, change! Me, alter!
- Me! Come! My dazzled face
- Midsummer, was it, when They died
- Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
- More Life—went out—when He went
- Morning—is the place for Dew
- Morning—means
- Morns like these—we parted
- Most she touched me by her muteness
- Much Madness is divinest Sense
- Musicians wrestle everywhere
- Must be a Woe
- Mute thy Coronation
- My best Acquaintances are those
- My Eye is fuller than my vase
- My first well Day—since many ill
- My friend attacks my friend!
- My friend must be a Bird
- My Garden—like the Beach
- My life closed twice before its close
- My life closed twice before its close;
- My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
- My nosegays are for captives;
- My period had come for Prayer
- My Portion is Defeat—today
- My Reward for Being, was This
- My River runs to thee
- My Soul—accused me—And I quailed
- My wheel is in the dark
- My Worthiness is all my Doubt
- Myself was formed—a Carpenter
- Nature and God—I neither knew
- Nature is what we see—
- Nature rarer uses yellow
- Nature the gentlest mother is
- Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
- Nature—the Gentlest Mother is
- Never for Society
- New feet within my garden go
- No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
- No Crowd that has occurred
- No Man can compass a Despair
- No matter—now—Sweet
- No Notice gave She, but a Change
- No Other can reduce
- No Prisoner be
- No Rack can torture me
- Nobody knows this little Rose
- 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:

Heart! We will forget him!

I heard a fly buzz
