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").
Broken Love
MY Spectre around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way;My Emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin.‘A fathomless and boundless..
© William Blake
A Little Boy Lost
Nought loves another as itself,Nor venerates another so,Nor is it possible to thoughtA greater than itself to know.'And, father, how can I love youOr..
© William Blake
A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime.In the age of gold,Free from..
© William Blake
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,O'er my lovely infants head.Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,By happy silent moony beamsSweet sleep with soft down.Weave..
© William Blake
The Angel
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?And that I was a maiden QueenGuarded by an Angel mild:Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!And I wept both night and..
© William Blake
Love's Secret
Never seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her..
© William Blake
A Divine Image
Cruelty has a human heart,And Jealousy a human face;Terror the human form divine,And Secresy the human dress.The human dress is forged iron,The human..
© William Blake
Auguries Of Innocence
To see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your handAnd Eternity in an hour.A Robin Red breast in a..
© William Blake
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,In the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or..
© William Blake
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I watered it in fears,Night..
© William Blake
Not Probable—the Barest Chance
346Not probable—The barest Chance—A smile too few—a word too muchAnd far from Heaven as the Rest—The Soul so close on Paradise—What if the Bird from..
© Emily Dickinson
Some Such Butterfly Be Seen
541Some such Butterfly be seenOn Brazilian Pampas—Just at noon—no later—Sweet—Then—the License closes—Some such Spice—express and pass—Subject to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Day That I Was Crowned
356The Day that I was crownedWas like the other Days—Until the Coronation came—And then—'twas Otherwise—As Carbon in the CoalAnd Carbon in the GemAre..
© Emily Dickinson
I Showed Her Heights She Never Saw
446I showed her Heights she never saw—"Would'st Climb," I said?She said—"Not so"—"With me—" I said—With me?I showed her Secrets—Morning's Nest—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Shells From The Coast Mistaking
693Shells from the Coast mistaking—I cherished them for All—Happening in After AgesTo entertain a Pearl—Wherefore so late—I murmured—My need of..
© Emily Dickinson
The Lonesome For They Know Not What
262The lonesome for they know not What—The Eastern Exiles—be—Who strayed beyond the Amber lineSome madder Holiday—And ever since—the purple MoatThey..
© Emily Dickinson
Witchcraft Was Hung, In History
'Twas such a little - little boatThat toddled down the bay!'Twas such a gallant - gallant seaThat beckoned it away!'Twas such a greedy, greedy..
© Emily Dickinson
The Dust Behind I Strove To Join
992The Dust behind I strove to joinUnto the Disk before—But Sequence ravelled out of SoundLike Balls upon a Floor—
© Emily Dickinson
If Pain For Peace Prepares
63If pain for peace preparesLo, what "Augustan" yearsOur feet await!If springs from winter rise,Can the AnemonesBe reckoned up?If night stands..
© Emily Dickinson
If Blame Be My Side—forfeit Me
775If Blame be my side—forfeit Me—But doom me not to forfeit Thee—To forfeit Thee? The very nameIs sentence from Belief—and House—
© Emily Dickinson
If He Were Living—dare I Ask
734If He were living—dare I ask—And how if He be dead—And so around the Words I went—Of meeting them—afraid—I hinted Changes—Lapse of Time—The..
© Emily Dickinson
I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick
I breathed enough to learn the trick,And now, removed from air,I simulate the breath so well,That one, to be quite sureThe lungs are stirless, must..
© Emily Dickinson
The First Day That I Was A Life
902The first Day that I was a LifeI recollect it—How still—That last Day that I was a LifeI recollect it—as well—'Twas stiller—though the firstWas..
© Emily Dickinson
If She Had Been The Mistletoe
44If she had been the MistletoeAnd I had been the Rose—How gay upon your tableMy velvet life to close—Since I am of the Druid,And she is of the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly
105To hang our head—ostensibly—And subsequent, to findThat such was not the postureOf our immortal mind—Affords the sly presumptionThat in so dense a..
© Emily Dickinson