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Now if you look a little lower on this forum, you shall see a post with exactly the same title as yours (and with proper punctuation).

Now if you read said post you may find two long, different...

Ok I just worked out the perfect way to settle this debate, and what's more to stay completely in character with the general character of the discussion:

Wilfred, you're a Hoax!!!
You're a Hoax...

Ok, maybe not the most relevant thing, but it sprang to mind... and anyway this particular post was devoid of any of her poetry whatsoever:

By my Window have I for Scenery
Just a Sea -- with a...

I have to say: This is one of the funniest posts i've ever read - first with a guy convinced for some odd reason that emily was a hoax giving no reasons whatsoever and very short replies sheding...

inuzrule - in short - yes dickinson has poems that have nothing to do with death no matter how you look at them. "Hope is a thing with feathers" is one.

In more detail:
A very large number of...

At this point I was on a hill overlooking the city. There is a bench there, on which I sit every day watching the sun die, embracing the full pain and melancholy this creates in me. And then, after...

I once wrote a short story inspired by "There is a certain slant of light". Tell me what you think of it. I still can't tell how serious I was when I wrote this. If I was trying to make a relevant...

I generally feel sad thinking (knowing) that Emily had a difficult life, since as Grace said: externally she had everything a woman could want for in her (and probably our) time. Yet she couldn't...

There is another Loneliness
That many die without --
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstance of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could...

School was what got me into likeing poetry, and first introduced me to Emily Dickinson, which then led on to me reading Emily's stuff for pleasure. So I'm pretty thankfull to my school for that. ...

"I heard a fly buzz when I died" to me was for a long time THE Dickinson poem with many interpretations.

The fly symbolises decay and filth filling the writer in the moment of death. But also...

I quite like Djehuty's interpretation. I never really thought about this poem enough to try and work out what it mean for myself, although it did always seem to me that the "he" throughout the last...