Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Emancipation
No rack can torture me,My soul's at libertyBehind this mortal boneThere knits a bolder oneYou cannot prick with saw,Nor rend with scymitar.Two bodies..
© Emily Dickinson
Glowing Is Her Bonnet
72Glowing is her Bonnet,Glowing is her Cheek,Glowing is her Kirtle,Yet she cannot speak.Better as the DaisyFrom the Summer hillVanish unrecordedSave..
© Emily Dickinson
The Love A Life Can Show Below
673The Love a Life can show BelowIs but a filament, I know,Of that diviner thingThat faints upon the face of Noon—And smites the Tinder in the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized.
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.The heaven we chaseLike the June beeBefore the school-boyInvites the race;Stoops to an easy..
© Emily Dickinson
My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills
766My Faith is larger than the Hills—So when the Hills decay—My Faith must take the Purple WheelTo show the Sun the way—'Tis first He steps upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Difference Between Despair
305The difference between DespairAnd Fear—is like the OneBetween the instant of a WreckAnd when the Wreck has been—The Mind is smooth—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Promise This—when You Be Dying
648Promise This—When You be Dying—Some shall summon Me—Mine belong Your latest Sighing—Mine—to Belt Your Eye—Not with Coins—though they be MintedFrom..
© Emily Dickinson
I Am Ashamed—i Hide
473I am ashamed—I hide—What right have I—to be a Bride—So late a Dowerless Girl—Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face—No one to teach me that new Grace—Nor..
© Emily Dickinson
Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place—And when again, at Dawn,A mighty look runs round the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Pedigree Of Honey
The pedigree of honeyDoes not concern the bee;A clover, any time, to himIs aristocracy.
© Emily Dickinson
He Touched Me, So I Live To Know
506He touched me, so I live to knowThat such a day, permitted so,I groped upon his breast—It was a boundless place to meAnd silenced, as the awful..
© Emily Dickinson
Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night
518Her sweet Weight on my Heart a NightHad scarcely deigned to lie—When, stirring, for Belief's delight,My Bride had slipped away—If 'twas a..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Kept Setting—setting—still
692The Sun kept setting—setting—stillNo Hue of Afternoon—Upon the Village I perceivedFrom House to House 'twas Noon—The Dusk kept..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste
871The Sun and Moon must make their haste—The Stars express aroundFor in the Zones of ParadiseThe Lord alone is burned—His Eye, it is the East and..
© Emily Dickinson
The Winters Are So Short
403The Winters are so short—I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away—And moving into Pod—Myself—for scarcely settled—The Phoebes have..
© Emily Dickinson
I Live With Him—i See His Face
463I live with Him—I see His face—I go no more awayFor Visitor—or Sundown—Death's single privacyThe Only One—forestalling Mine—And that—by Right that..
© Emily Dickinson
How Many Times These Low Feet Staggered
187How many times these low feet staggered—Only the soldered mouth can tell—Try—can you stir the awful rivet—Try—can you lift the hasps of..
© Emily Dickinson
The Child's Faith Is New
637The Child's faith is new—Whole—like His Principle—Wide—like the SunriseOn fresh Eyes—Never had a Doubt—Laughs—at a Scruple—Believes all shamBut..
© Emily Dickinson
I Ment To Find Her When I Came; Poem by Emily Dickinson
I meant to find her when I came;Death had the same design;But the success was his, it seems,And the discomfit mine.I meant to tell her how I..
© Emily Dickinson
Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked
142Whose are the little beds, I askedWhich in the valleys lie?Some shook their heads, and others smiled—And no one made reply.Perhaps they did not..
© Emily Dickinson
She Slept Beneath A Tree
25She slept beneath a tree—Remembered but by me.I touched her Cradle mute—She recognized the foot—Put on her carmine suitAnd see!
© Emily Dickinson
I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise
237I think just how my shape will rise—When I shall be "forgiven"—Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Head—Are out of sight—in Heaven—I think just how my..
© Emily Dickinson
I Rose—because He Sank
616I rose—because He sank—I thought it would be opposite—But when his power dropped—My Soul grew straight.I cheered my fainting Prince—I sang..
© Emily Dickinson
How The Waters Closed Above Him
923How the Waters closed above HimWe shall never know—How He stretched His Anguish to usThat—is covered too—Spreads the Pond Her Base of LiliesBold..
© Emily Dickinson
My Portion Is Defeat—today
639My Portion is Defeat—today—A paler luck than Victory—Less Paeans—fewer Bells—The Drums don't follow Me—with tunes—Defeat—a somewhat..
© Emily Dickinson