Emily Dickinson Poems — A Top 10 Collection

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These 10 poems are the most frequently searched online and the most often quoted of all of Emily's 1,800 poems.

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Emily didn't usually put titles on her verses, as most of her poems appeared within the many letters Emily wrote to friends and associates.

Top 10 Emily Dickinson Poems

Emily Dickinson Poems #1

A Bird came down the Walk —

He did not know I saw —

He bit an Angleworm in halves

And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew

From a convenient Grass —

And then hopped sidewise to the Wall

To let a Beetle pass —

He glanced with rapid eyes

That hurried all around —

They looked like frightened Beads, I thought —

He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious,

I offered him a Crumb

And he unrolled his feathers

And rowed him softer home —

Than Oars divide the Ocean,

Too silver for a seam —

Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon

Leap, splashless as they swim.

Emily Dickinson Poems #2

I Taste a liquor never brewed,

From tankards scooped in pearl;

Not all the vats upon the Rhine

Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I,

And debauchee of dew,

Reeling, through endless summer days,

From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee

Out of the foxglove's door,

When butterflies renounce their drams,

I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,

And saints to windows run,

To see the little tippler

Leaning against the sun!

Emily Dickinson Poems #3

I like to see it lap the Miles —

And lick the Valleys up —

And stop to feed itself at Tanks —

And then — prodigious step

Around a Pile of Mountains —

And supercilious peer

In Shanties — by the sides of Roads —

And then a Quarry pare

To fit its Ribs

And crawl between

Complaining all the while

In horrid — hooting stanza —

Then chase itself down Hill —

And neigh like Boanerges —

Then — punctual as a Star

Stop — docile and omnipotent

At its own stable door —

Emily Dickinson Poems #4

There’s a certain Slant of light,

Winter afternoons,

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral tunes.

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us —

We can find no scar,

But internal difference

When the Meanings are.

None may teach it Any —

'tis the Seal Despair

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air.

When it comes, the Landscape listens,

Shadows hold their breath —

When it goes, 'tis like the Distance

On the Look of Death.

Emily Dickinson Poems #5

The morns are meeker than they were —

The nuts are getting brown —

The berry's cheek is plumper —

The Rose is out of town.

The Maple wears a gayer scarf —

The field a scarlet gown —

Lest I sh'd seem old fashioned

I'll put a trinket on.

Emily Dickinson Poems #6

Because I could not stop for Death—

He kindly stopped for me—

The Carriage held but just Ourselves—

And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste,

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove

At recess—in the ring—

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—

We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—

The Dews drew quivering and chill—

For only Gossamer, my Gown—

My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground—

The Roof was scarcely visible—

The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis centuries— and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity—

Emily Dickinson Poems #7

Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles —

Buccaneers of Buzz.

Ride abroad in ostentation

And subsist on Fuzz.

Fuzz ordained — not Fuzz contingent —

Marrows of the Hill.

Jugs — a Universe's fracture

Could not jar or spill.

Emily Dickinson Poems #8

Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple

Leaping like Leopards to the Sky

Then at the feet of the old Horizon

Laying her spotted Face to die

Stooping as low as the Otter's Window

Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn

Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow

And the Juggler of Day is gone

Emily Dickinson Poems #9

We don't cry — Tim and I,

We are far too grand —

But we bolt the door tight

To prevent a friend —

Then we hide our brave face

Deep in our hand —

Not to cry — Tim and I —

We are far too grand —

Nor to dream — he and me —

Do we condescend —

We just shut our brown eye

To see to the end —

Tim — see Cottages —

But, Oh, so high!

Then — we shake — Tim and I —

And lest I — cry —

Tim — reads a little Hymn —

And we both pray —

Please, Sir, I and Tim —

Always lost the way!

We must die — by and by —

Clergymen say —

Tim — shall — if I — do —

I — too — if he —

How shall we arrange it —

Tim — was — so — shy?

Take us simultaneous — Lord —

I — "Tim" — and Me!

Emily Dickinson Poems #10

The Day came slow — till Five o'clock —

Then sprang before the Hills

Like Hindered Rubies — or the Light

A Sudden Musket — spills —

The Purple could not keep the East —

The Sunrise shook abroad

Like Breadths of Topaz — packed a Night —

The Lady just unrolled —

The Happy Winds — their Timbrels took —

The Birds — in docile Rows

Arranged themselves around their Prince

The Wind — is Prince of Those —

The Orchard sparkled like a Jew —

How mighty 'twas — to be

A Guest in this stupendous place —

The Parlor — of the Day —

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