Poetry by Emily Dickinson: An All-Creatures Spiritual And Inspirational Archives Poem

Poetry by Emily Dickinson

Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Better Than Music
CHARTLESS
CONSTANT
Hope is the Thing with Feathers
How Happy is the Little Stone
Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Not In Vain
SOME KEEP SUNDAY GOING TO CHURCH
Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church
The Sky Is Low, the Clouds Are Mean
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
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About the Author

Emily Dickinson, who was born in Amherst, Massachusetts 10 December 1830, wrote nearly three thousand short poems during her last twenty-six years. Only three of these were published in her lifetime.

She died 15 May 1886 and at her funeral, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, a popular writer, read Emily Brontë’s “No Coward Soul Is Mine,” which is also known as “Last Lines.”