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").
The Leaves Like Women Interchange
987The Leaves like Women interchangeExclusive Confidence—Somewhat of nods and somewhatPortentous inference.The Parties in both casesEnjoining..
© Emily Dickinson
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw
The only ghost I ever sawWas dressed in mechlin, --so;He wore no sandal on his foot,And stepped like flakes of snow.His gait was soundless, like the..
© Emily Dickinson
Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt
537Me prove it now—Whoever doubtMe stop to prove it—now—Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scantFor Opportunity—The River reaches to my feet—As yet—My..
© Emily Dickinson
If I May Have It, When It's Dead
577If I may have it, when it's dead,I'll be contented—so—If just as soon as Breath is outIt shall belong to me—Until they lock it in the Grave,'Tis..
© Emily Dickinson
My Friend Attacks My Friend!
118My friend attacks my friend!Oh Battle picturesque!Then I turn Soldier too,And he turns Satirist!How martial is this place!Had I a mighty gunI..
© Emily Dickinson
Till Death—is Narrow Loving
907Till Death—is narrow Loving—The scantest Heart extantWill hold you till your privilegeOf Finiteness—be spent—But He whose loss procures youSuch..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve Seen A Dying Eye
547I've seen a Dying EyeRun round and round a Room—In search of Something—as it seemed—Then Cloudier become—And then—obscure with Fog—And then—be..
© Emily Dickinson
Pain
Pain--has an Element of Blank--It cannot recollectWhen it begun--or if there wereA time when it was not--It has no Future--but itself--Its Infinite..
© Emily Dickinson
I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides
498I envy Seas, whereon He rides—I envy Spokes of WheelsOf Chariots, that Him convey—I envy Crooked HillsThat gaze upon His journey—How easy All can..
© Emily Dickinson
Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith
912Peace is a fiction of our Faith—The Bells a Winter NightBearing the Neighbor out of SoundThat never did alight.
© Emily Dickinson
With A Flower
I hide myself within my flower,That wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too -And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my..
© Emily Dickinson
The Name—of It—is 'Autumn'
656The name—of it—is 'Autumn'—The hue—of it—is Blood—An Artery—upon the Hill—A Vein—along the Road—Great Globules—in the Alleys—And Oh, the Shower of..
© Emily Dickinson
What Soft—cherubic Creatures
401What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—These Gentlewomen are—One would as soon assault a Plush—Or violate a Star—Such Dimity Convictions—A Horror so..
© Emily Dickinson
Woodpecker, The
His bill an auger is,His head, a cap and frill.He laboreth at every tree,--A worm his utmost goal.
© Emily Dickinson
The Bible Is An Antique Volume
1545The Bible is an antique Volume—Written by faded menAt the suggestion of Holy Spectres—Subjects—Bethlehem—Eden—the ancient Homestead—Satan—the..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Shouldn'T Be Alive
182If I shouldn't be aliveWhen the Robins come,Give the one in Red Cravat,A Memorial crumb.If I couldn't thank you,Being fast asleep,You will know..
© Emily Dickinson
The Skies Can'T Keep Their Secret!
191The Skies can't keep their secret!They tell it to the Hills—The Hills just tell the Orchards—And they—the Daffodils!A Bird—by chance—that goes..
© Emily Dickinson
The First Day's Night Had Come
410The first Day's Night had come—And grateful that a thingSo terrible—had been endured—I told my Soul to sing—She said her Strings were snapt—Her..
© Emily Dickinson
God Permit Industrious Angels
God permit industrious angelsAfternoons to play.I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,All, for him, straightaway.God calls home the angels promptlyAt..
© 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
Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
188Make me a picture of the sun—So I can hang it in my room—And make believe I'm getting warmWhen others call it "Day"!Draw me a Robin—on a stem—So I..
© Emily Dickinson
If Those I Loved Were Lost
29If those I loved were lostThe Crier's voice would tell me—If those I loved were foundThe bells of Ghent would ring—Did those I loved reposeThe..
© Emily Dickinson
When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir
32When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,And Violets are done—When Bumblebees in solemn flightHave passed beyond the Sun—The hand that paused to gatherUpon..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had A Guinea Golden
23I had a guinea golden—I lost it in the sand—And tho' the sum was simpleAnd pounds were in the land—Still, had it such a valueUnto my frugal..
© Emily Dickinson
This Consciousness That Is Aware
822This Consciousness that is awareOf Neighbors and the SunWill be the one aware of DeathAnd that itself aloneIs traversing the intervalExperience..
© Emily Dickinson