emily-dickinson-image Emily DickinsonEmily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life.

After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family’s house in Amherst.

Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.

  1. We Like March
    We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry;
  2. This Quiet Dust by Emily Dickinson
    This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighing, And frocks and curls;
  3. There is Another Sky
    There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there;
  4. A Murmur in the Trees
    A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
  5. A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
    A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,–did you not, His notice sudden is.
  6. A Nearness to Tremendousness
    A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
  7. A Night, There Lay the Days Between
    A Night—there lay the Days between— The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—’twas Night—was here—
  8. A Planted Life Diversified
    A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—’tis when
  9. A Poor Torn Heart a Tattered Heart
    A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart— That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
  10. A Precious Mouldering Pleasure
    A precious—mouldering pleasure—’tis— To meet an Antique Book— In just the Dress his Century wore— A privilege—I think—
  11. A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
    A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
  12. A Route of Evanescence
    A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel– A Resonance of Emerald– A Rush of Cochineal–
  13. A science So The Savants Say
    A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold Of some rare tenant of the mold, Else perished in the stone—
  14. A Secret Told
    A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
  15. A Sepal, Petal, and a Thorn
    A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn—
  16. A Shade Upon the Mind
    A Shade upon the mind there passes As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
  17. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
    A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
  18. A Single Screw of Flesh
    Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil—
  19. A Slash of Blue
    A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
  20. A Solemn Thing Within the Soul
    A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop— And in the Orchard far below— You hear a Being—drop—
  21. A Solemn Thing
    A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me fit— Her blameless mystery—
  22. A Something in a Summer’s Day
    A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me.
  23. A South Wind
    A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
  24. A fuzzy fellow, without feet
    A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
  25. A happy lip—breaks sudden
    A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
  26. A House upon the Height
    A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
  27. A Lady red—amid the Hill
    A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
  28. A light exists in spring
    A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
  29. A little bread—a crust—a crumb
    A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm— Conscious—as old Napoleon, The night before the Crown!
  30. A little East of Jordan
    A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
  31. A little road not made man
    A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
  32. A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
    A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid, — An independent one.
  33. A loss of something ever felt I
    A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
  34. A Man may make a Remark
    A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark In dormant nature—lain—
  35. 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— Its frequent Visitor—
  36. A Moth the hue of this
    A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil.
  37. A feather from the Whippoorwill
    A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
  38. A Dying Tiger
    A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
  39. A first Mute Coming
    A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
  40. A Death Blow is a Life Blow to Some
    A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become—
  41. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
    A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
  42. A Door Just Opened on a Street
    A door just opened on a street– I, lost, was passing by– An instant’s width of warmth disclosed And wealth, and company.
  43. A doubt if it be Us
    A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
  44. A Charm Invests A Face
    A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady date not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
  45. “Why do I love” You, Sir?
    “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
  46. A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
    A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me
  47. “Morning” Means “Milking” To The Farmer
    “Morning”—means “Milking”—to the Farmer— Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lover— Just revelation—to the Beloved—
  48. “I want” it pleaded All its life
    “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
  49. A Book
    There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
  50. A Coffin – is a Small Domain
    A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane.
  51. A Bird Came Down
    And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass.
  52. “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—
  53. A Darting Fear
    A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn
  54. A Burdock – Dlawed My Gown
    A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near The Burdock’s Den—
  55. “Arcturus” is His Other Name
    “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
  56. “Houses” – So The Wise Men Tell Me
    “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm! Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
  57. “Nature” is What We See
    “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
  58. “Faith” is a Fine Invention
    “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see—
  59. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
    A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
  60. “Heaven” – is what I cannot reach!
    “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—”He aven” is—to Me!
  61. “Heaven” Has Different Signs
    “Heaven” has different Signs—to me— Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
  62. “Unto Me?”
    “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
  63. A Clock Stopped
    A clock stopped — not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still.