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").
A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
652A Prison gets to be a friend—Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours—a Kinsmanship express—And in its narrow Eyes—We come to look with gratitudeFor the..
© Emily Dickinson
All But Death, Can Be Adjusted
749All but Death, can be Adjusted—Dynasties repaired—Systems—settled in their Sockets—Citadels—dissolved—Wastes of Lives—resown with ColorsBy..
© Emily Dickinson
A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note
416A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the Lawn—A..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn
19A sepal, petal, and a thornUpon a common summer's morn—A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—A Breeze—a caper in the trees—And I'm a Rose!
© Emily Dickinson
A Something In A Summer's Day
122A something in a summer's DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me.A something in a summer's noon—A depth—an Azure—a..
© Emily Dickinson
Alone, I Cannot Be
298Alone, I cannot be—For Hosts—do visit me—Recordless Company—Who baffle Key—They have no Robes, nor Names—No Almanacs—nor Climes—But general..
© Emily Dickinson
A Route Of Evanescence
A Route of EvanescenceWith a revolving Wheel--A Resonance of Emerald--A Rush of Cochineal--And every Blossom on the BushAdjusts its tumbled Head--The..
© Emily Dickinson
A Still—volcano—life
601A still—Volcano—Life—That flickered in the night—When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight—A quiet—Earthquake Style—Too subtle to..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Saw A Moor
I never saw a moor;I never saw the sea,Yet know I how the heather looksAnd what a billow be.I never spoke with God,Nor visited in heaven.Yet certain..
© Emily Dickinson
Bee! I'M Expecting You!
1035Bee! I'm expecting you!Was saying YesterdayTo Somebody you knowThat you were due—The Frogs got Home last Week—Are settled, and at work—Birds..
© Emily Dickinson
My Life Closed Twice
My life closed twice before its close--It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to meSo huge, so hopeless to conceiveAs these that..
© Emily Dickinson
A Feather From The Whippoorwill
161A feather from the WhippoorwillThat everlasting—sings!Whose galleries—are Sunrise—Whose Opera—the Springs—Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spinOf..
© Emily Dickinson
A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart
78A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—That sat it down to rest—Nor noticed that the Ebbing DayFlowed silver to the West—Nor noticed Night did soft..
© Emily Dickinson
As Imperceptibly As Grief
1540As imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed away—Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy—A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or..
© Emily Dickinson
After A Hundred Years
After a hundred yearsNobody knows the place,--Agony, that enacted there,Motionless as peace.Weeds triumphant ranged,Strangers strolled and spelledAt..
© Emily Dickinson
A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill
74A Lady red—amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—Sweep..
© Emily Dickinson
Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid?
608Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?Not Death—for who is He?The Porter of my Father's LodgeAs much abasheth me!Of Life? 'Twere odd I fear [a] thingThat..
© Emily Dickinson
A Mien To Move A Queen
283A Mien to move a Queen—Half Child—Half Heroine—An Orleans in the EyeThat puts its manner byFor humbler CompanyWhen none are nearEven a Tear—Its..
© Emily Dickinson
A First Mute Coming
702A first Mute Coming—In the Stranger's House—A first fair Going—When the Bells rejoice—A first Exchange—ofWhat hath mingled—been—For Lot—exhibited..
© Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!Were I with thee,Wild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile the windsTo a heart in port, --Done with the compass,Done with the..
© Emily Dickinson
A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb
159A little bread—a crust—a crumb—A little trust—a demijohn—Can keep the soul alive—Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—Conscious—as old..
© Emily Dickinson
A Shady Friend For Torrid Days
A shady friend for torrid daysIs easier to findThan one of higher temperatureFor frigid hour of mind.The vane a little to the eastScares muslin souls..
© Emily Dickinson
Tell All The Truth
Tell all the truth but tell it slant,Success in circuit lies,Too bright for our infirm delightThe truth's superb surprise;As lightning to the..
© Emily Dickinson
A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet
173A fuzzy fellow, without feet,Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the..
© Emily Dickinson
Ah, Moon—and Star!
240Ah, Moon—and Star!You are very far—But were no oneFarther than you—Do you think I'd stopFor a Firmament—Or a Cubit—or so?I could borrow a BonnetOf..
© Emily Dickinson