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").
I Reckon—when I Count It All
569I reckon—when I count it all—First—Poets—Then the Sun—Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God—And then—the List is done—But, looking back—the First so..
© Emily Dickinson
I Dreaded That First Robin, So
348I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though—I thought If I could only liveTill..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Were 'The Father And The Son
Who were 'the Father and the Son'We pondered when a child,And what had they to do with usAnd when portentous toldWith inference appallingBy Childhood..
© Emily Dickinson
To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death
485To make One's Toilette—after DeathHas made the Toilette coolOf only Taste we cared to pleaseIs difficult, and still—That's easier—than Braid the..
© Emily Dickinson
Life—is What We Make Of It
698Life—is what we make of it—Death—we do not know—Christ's acquaintance with HimJustify Him—though—He—would trust no stranger—Other—could..
© Emily Dickinson
Within My Garden, Rides A Bird
500Within my Garden, rides a BirdUpon a single Wheel—Whose spokes a dizzy Music makeAs 'twere a travelling Mill—He never stops, but slackensAbove the..
© Emily Dickinson
This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladiesAnd lads and girls;Was laughter and ability and sighing,And frocks and curls;This passive place a summer's..
© Emily Dickinson
In Lands I Never Saw—they Say
124In lands I never saw—they sayImmortal Alps look down—Whose Bonnets touch the firmament—Whose Sandals touch the town—Meek at whose everlasting..
© Emily Dickinson
My Garden—like The Beach
My Garden—like the Beach—Denotes there be—a Sea—That's Summer—Such as These—the PearlsShe fetches—such as Me
© Emily Dickinson
To Offer Brave Assistance
767To offer brave assistanceTo Lives that stand alone—When One has failed to stop them—Is Human—but DivineTo lend an Ample SinewUnto a Nameless..
© Emily Dickinson
Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure
846Twice had Summer her fair VerdureProffered to the Plain—Twice a Winter's silver FractureOn the Rivers been—Two full Autumns for the..
© Emily Dickinson
Upon Concluded Lives
735Upon Concluded LivesThere's nothing cooler falls—Than Life's sweet Calculations—The mixing Bells and Palls—Make Lacerating Tune—To Ears the Dying..
© Emily Dickinson
Under The Light, Yet Under
949Under the Light, yet under,Under the Grass and the Dirt,Under the Beetle's CellarUnder the Clover's Root,Further than Arm could stretchWere it..
© Emily Dickinson
How Many Flowers Fail In Wood
404How many Flowers fail in Wood—Or perish from the Hill—Without the privilege to knowThat they are Beautiful—How many cast a nameless PodUpon the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Would Not Paint—a Picture
505I would not paint—a picture—I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell—delicious—on—And wonder how the fingers feelWhose..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Should Die
54If I should die,And you should live—And time should gurgle on—And morn should beam—And noon should burn—As it has usual done—If Birds should build..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose
179If I could bribe them by a RoseI'd bring them every flower that growsFrom Amherst to Cashmere!I would not stop for night, or storm—Or frost, or..
© Emily Dickinson
Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed
'Twas Crisis—All the length had passed—That dull—benumbing timeThere is in Fever or Event—And now the Chance had come—The instant holding in its..
© Emily Dickinson
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
205I should not dare to leave my friend,Because—because if he should dieWhile I was gone—and I—too late—Should reach the Heart that wanted me—If I..
© Emily Dickinson
That Is Solemn We Have Ended
934That is solemn we have endedBe it but a PlayOr a Glee among the GarretOr a HolidayOr a leaving Home, or later,Parting with a WorldWe have..
© Emily Dickinson
How Fortunate The Grave
897How fortunate the Grave—All Prizes to obtain—Successful certain, if at last,First Suitor not in vain.
© Emily Dickinson
We Play At Paste
We play at paste,Till qualified for pearl,Then drop the paste,And deem ourself a fool.The shapes, though, were similar,And our new handsLearned..
© Emily Dickinson
The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time
906The Admirations—and Contempts—of time—Show justest—through an Open Tomb—The Dying—as it were a HeightReorganizes EstimateAnd what We saw notWe..
© Emily Dickinson
Impossibility, Like Wine
838Impossibility, like WineExhilarates the ManWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavorless—CombineA Chance's faintest TinctureAnd in the former..
© Emily Dickinson
Unfulfilled To Observation
972Unfulfilled to Observation—Incomplete—to Eye—But to Faith—a RevolutionIn Locality—Unto Us—the Suns extinguish—To our Opposite—New Horizons—they..
© Emily Dickinson