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").
Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night
'Night Speaks'GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,On me can Time no happier state..
© William Wordsworth
To A Distant Friend
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plantOf such weak fibre that the treacherous airOf absence withers what was once so fair?Is there no debt to pay..
© William Wordsworth
Book Seventh [residence In London]
SIX changeful years have vanished since I firstPoured out (saluted by that quickening breezeWhich met me issuing from the City's walls)A glad..
© William Wordsworth
Calais, August 1802
IS it a reed that's shaken by the wind,Or what is it that ye go forth to see?Lords, lawyers, statesmen, squires of low degree,Men known, and men..
© William Wordsworth
I Lost A World - The Other Day!
181I lost a World - the other day!Has Anybody found?You'll know it by the Row of StarsAround its forehead bound.A Rich man—might not notice it—Yet—to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Cricket Sang
The cricket sang,And set the sun,And workmen finished, one by one,Their seam the day upon.The low grass loaded with the dew,The twilight stood as..
© Emily Dickinson
Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawnIndicative that suns go down;The notice to the startled grassThat darkness is about to pass.
© Emily Dickinson
Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness
942Snow beneath whose chilly softnessSome that never layMake their first Repose this WinterI admonish TheeBlanket Wealthier the NeighborWe so new..
© Emily Dickinson
Had I Presumed To Hope
522Had I presumed to hope—The loss had been to MeA Value—for the Greatness' Sake—As Giants—gone away—Had I presumed to gainA Favor so remote—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Our Journey Had Advanced
Our journey had advanced;Our feet were almost comeTo that odd fork in Being's road,Eternity by term.Our pace took sudden awe,Our feet reluctant..
© Emily Dickinson
On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose
194On this long storm the Rainbow rose—On this late Morn—the Sun—The clouds—like listless Elephants—Horizons—straggled down—The Birds rose smiling..
© Emily Dickinson
The Last Night That She Lived
1100The last Night that She livedIt was a Common NightExcept the Dying—this to UsMade Nature differentWe noticed smallest things—Things overlooked..
© Emily Dickinson
My River Runs To Thee
My River runs to thee—Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?My River wait reply—Oh Sea—look graciously—I'll fetch thee BrooksFrom spotted nooks—Say—Sea—Take Me!
© Emily Dickinson
I Am Alive - I Guess
I am alive—I guess—The Branches on my HandAre full of Morning Glory—And at my finger's end—The Carmine—tingles warm—And if I hold a GlassAcross my..
© Emily Dickinson
This World Is Not Conclusion
501This World is not Conclusion.A Species stands beyond—Invisible, as Music—But positive, as Sound—It beckons, and it baffles—Philosophy—don't..
© Emily Dickinson
Unit, Like Death, For Whom?
408Unit, like Death, for Whom?True, like the Tomb,Who tells no secretTold to Him—The Grave is strict—Tickets admitJust two—the Bearer—And the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had No Time To Hate, Because
I had no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but sinceSome industry..
© Emily Dickinson
A Little Snow Was Here And There
A little Snow was here and thereDisseminated in her Hair -Since she and I had met and playedDecade had gathered to Decade -But Time had added not..
© Emily Dickinson
Too Little Way The House Must Lie
911Too little way the House must lieFrom every Human HeartThat holds in undisputed LeaseA white inhabitant—Too narrow is the Right between—Too..
© Emily Dickinson
Love Reckons By Itself—alone
826Love reckons by itself—alone—"As large as I"—relate the SunTo One who never felt it blaze—Itself is all the like it has—
© Emily Dickinson
We Can But Follow To The Sun
920We can but follow to the Sun—As oft as He go downHe leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—'Tis mostly—following—We go no further with the DustThan to..
© Emily Dickinson
How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset
291How the old Mountains drip with SunsetHow the Hemlocks burn—How the Dun Brake is draped in CinderBy the Wizard Sun—How the old Steeples hand the..
© Emily Dickinson
Going To Heaven!
79Going to Heaven!I don't know when—Pray do not ask me how!Indeed I'm too astonishedTo think of answering you!Going to Heaven!How dim it sounds!And..
© Emily Dickinson
With Thee, In The Desert
209With thee, in the Desert—With thee in the thirst—With thee in the Tamarind wood—Leopard breathes—at last!
© Emily Dickinson
They Shut Me Up In Prose
They shut me up in Prose --As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet --Because they liked me "still" --Still! Could themself have peeped --And..
© Emily Dickinson