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I really never read poetry much untill I was in a collage Literature class, after I read her poem " Death does not pass us by" I thought how true she described with delicacy that although we do not want to think about it there is not one person who death cannot pass us by. I also find it fascinating that she wrote tons of poems , they were not discovered untill after her death and there was only a short amount of her poems that were published.

I have always been a huge fan of Emily Dickinson. The first poem I read by her was "The Chariot". It really related to me at the time, just after the passing of my grandfather. It talks about death and immortality.
"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."

Also, if you really look into her life and her own history, it's really very sad. She was very secluded and lonely, and I can relate to that. I think that's why I enjoy her poetry so much.

Have to comment on the Subject heading - it's spelled Dickinson.

She was a good scholar, an intelligent woman, and later she chose the life of a recluse. Considering she lived in seclusion, her contemplation of human frailties and emotions are insightful, she understood mortality and transience.

This is one of my favourite Dickinson poems because of its lighter nature:

"I started Early — Took my Dog" by Emily Dickinson

I started Early — Took my Dog —
And visited the Sea —
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me —

And Frigates — in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands —
Presuming Me to be a Mouse —
Aground — upon the Sands —

But no Man moved Me — till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe —
And past my Apron — and my Belt —
And past my Bodice — too —

And made as He would eat me up —
As wholly as a Dew
Upon a Dandelion’s Sleeve —
And then — I started — too —

And He — He followed — close behind —
I felt his Silver Heel
Upon my Ankle — Then my Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl —

Until We met the Solid Town —
No One He seemed to know —
And bowing — with a Mighty look —
At me — The Sea withdrew —

This poem is in the public domain.

sorry about the spelling never has been my best subject I find it amazing that she wrote so many poems and I think partly her father kept her confined but even when he passed away she still stayed very suclueded and for that reason a lot of her poems were never published although a lot of her poems were about death and what could happen after death

My poetry once got compared to Dickinson. I was shocked because.. you know.. she's amazing. My favorite poem of hers is
The Soul Unto Itself

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend
Or the most agonizing Spy
An Enemy could send

Secure against its own
No treason it can fear
Itself its Sovereign of itself
The soul should stand in awe