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").
Grief Is A Mouse
793Grief is a Mouse—And chooses Wainscot in the BreastFor His Shy House—And baffles quest—Grief is a Thief—quick startled—Pricks His Ear—report to..
© Emily Dickinson
If Your Nerve, Deny You
292If your Nerve, deny you—Go above your Nerve—He can lean against the Grave,If he fear to swerve—That's a steady posture—Never any bendHeld of those..
© Emily Dickinson
My Worthiness Is All My Doubt
751My Worthiness is all my Doubt—His Merit—all my fear—Contrasting which, my qualityDo lowlier—appear—Lest I should insufficient proveFor His beloved..
© Emily Dickinson
Remorse - Is Memory - Awake
Remorse - is Memory - awake -Her Parties all astir -A Presence of Departed Acts -At window - and at Door -Its Past - set down before the SoulAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
Some Things That Fly There Be
89Some things that fly there be—Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee—Of these no Elegy.Some things that stay there be—Grief—Hills—Eternity—Nor this behooveth..
© Emily Dickinson
To Die
To die--takes just a little while--They say it doesn't hurt--It's only fainter--by degrees--And then--it's out of sight--A darker Ribbon--for a..
© Emily Dickinson
To Be Alive—is Power
677To be alive—is Power—Existence—in itself—Without a further function—Omnipotence—Enough—To be alive—and Will!'Tis able as a God—The Maker—of..
© Emily Dickinson
Mama Never Forgets Her Birds
164Mama never forgets her birds,Though in another tree—She looks down just as oftenAnd just as tenderlyAs when her little mortal nestWith cunning..
© Emily Dickinson
Given In Marriage Unto Thee
817Given in Marriage unto TheeOh thou Celestial Host—Bride of the Father and the SonBride of the Holy Ghost.Other Betrothal shall dissolve—Wedlock of..
© Emily Dickinson
Some Things That Fly There Be
89Some things that fly there be—Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee—Of these no Elegy.Some things that stay there be—Grief—Hills—Eternity—Nor this behooveth..
© Emily Dickinson
To Die
To die--takes just a little while--They say it doesn't hurt--It's only fainter--by degrees--And then--it's out of sight--A darker Ribbon--for a..
© Emily Dickinson
Given In Marriage Unto Thee
817Given in Marriage unto TheeOh thou Celestial Host—Bride of the Father and the SonBride of the Holy Ghost.Other Betrothal shall dissolve—Wedlock of..
© 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
We Learned The Whole Of Love
568We learned the Whole of Love—The Alphabet—the Words—A Chapter—then the mighty Book—Then—Revelation closed—But in Each Other's eyesAn Ignorance..
© Emily Dickinson
I Stole Them From A Bee
200I stole them from a Bee—Because—Thee—Sweet plea—He pardoned me!
© Emily Dickinson
The Grass So Little Has To Do
The Grass so little has to do –A Sphere of simple Green –With only Butterflies to broodAnd Bees to entertain –And stir all day to pretty TunesThe..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had No Cause To Be Awake
542I had no Cause to be awake—My Best—was gone to sleep—And Morn a new politeness took—And failed to wake them up—But called the others—clear—And..
© Emily Dickinson
The Spider Holds A Silver Ball
The spider holds a Silver BallIn unperceived Hands--And dancing softly to HimselfHis Yarn of Pearl--unwinds--He plies from Nought to Nought--In..
© Emily Dickinson
The Mystery Of Pain
Pain has an element of blank;It cannot recollectWhen it began, or if there wereA day when it was not.It has no future but itself,Its infinite realms..
© Emily Dickinson
Without This—there Is Nought
655Without this—there is nought—All other Riches beAs is the Twitter of a Bird—Heard opposite the Sea—I could not care—to gainA lesser than the..
© Emily Dickinson
Water Makes Many Beds
Water makes many BedsFor those averse to sleep -Its awful chamber open stands -Its Curtains blandly sweep -Abhorrent is the RestIn undulating..
© Emily Dickinson
Pain Has An Element Of Blank
Pain has an element of blank;It cannot recollectWhen it began, or if there wereA day when it was not.It has no future but itself,Its infinite realms..
© Emily Dickinson
Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,Then I am ready to go!Just a look at the horses --Rapid! That will do!Put me in on the firmest side,So I shall..
© Emily Dickinson
The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound
777The Loneliness One dare not sound—And would as soon surmiseAs in its Grave go plumbingTo ascertain the size—The Loneliness whose worst alarmIs..
© Emily Dickinson
To Fill A Gap
546To fill a GapInsert the Thing that caused it—Block it upWith Other—and 'twill yawn the more—You cannot solder an AbyssWith Air.
© Emily Dickinson