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").
Just Lost, When I Was Saved!
160Just lost, when I was saved!Just felt the world go by!Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,When breath blew back,And on the other sideI heard..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is A June When Corn Is Cut
930There is a June when Corn is cutAnd Roses in the Seed—A Summer briefer than the firstBut tenderer indeedAs should a Face supposed the..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things
607Of nearness to her sundered ThingsThe Soul has special times—When Dimness—looks the Oddity—Distinctness—easy—seems—The Shapes we buried, dwell..
© Emily Dickinson
Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness
760Most she touched me by her muteness—Most she won me by the wayShe presented her small figure—Plea itself—for Charity—Were a Crumb my whole..
© Emily Dickinson
So From The Mould
66So from the mouldScarlet and GoldMany a Bulb will rise—Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.So from CocoonMany a WormLeap so Highland..
© Emily Dickinson
My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed
753My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—As Tongue of Diamond had reviledAll else accused me—and I smiled—My Soul—that Morning—was My friend—Her favor—is..
© Emily Dickinson
More Life—went Out—when He Went
422More Life—went out—when He wentThan Ordinary Breath—Lit with a finer Phosphor—Requiring in the Quench—A Power of Renowned Cold,The Climate of the..
© Emily Dickinson
Patience—has A Quiet Outer
926Patience—has a quiet Outer—Patience—Look within—Is an Insect's futile forcesInfinites—between—'Scaping one—against the otherFruitlesser to..
© Emily Dickinson
The One Who Could Repeat The Summer Day
307The One who could repeat the Summer day—Were greater than itself—though HeMinutest of Mankind should be—And He—could reproduce the Sun—At period..
© Emily Dickinson
Prayer Is The Little Implement
437Prayer is the little implementThrough which Men reachWhere Presence—is denied them.They fling their SpeechBy means of it—in God's Ear—If then He..
© Emily Dickinson
Good To Hide, And Hear 'Em Hunt!
842Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!Better, to be found,If one care to, that is,The Fox fits the Hound—Good to know, and not tell,Best, to know and..
© Emily Dickinson
He Outstripped Time With But A Bout
865He outstripped Time with but a Bout,He outstripped Stars and SunAnd then, unjaded, challenged GodIn presence of the Throne.And He and He in mighty..
© Emily Dickinson
My Reward For Being, Was This
343My Reward for Being, was This.My premium—My Bliss—An Admiralty, less—A Sceptre—penniless—And Realms—just Dross—When Thrones accost my Hands—With..
© Emily Dickinson
He Put The Belt Around My Life
273He put the Belt around my lifeI heard the Buckle snap—And turned away, imperial,My Lifetime folding up—Deliberate, as a Duke would doA Kingdom's..
© Emily Dickinson
Purple—is Fashionable Twice
980Purple—is fashionable twice—This season of the year,And when a soul perceives itselfTo be an Emperor.
© Emily Dickinson
In This Short Life
That only lasts an hourHow much — how little — isWithin our power
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds Reported From The South
743The Birds reported from the South—A News express to Me—A spicy Charge, My little Posts—But I am deaf—Today—The Flowers—appealed—a timid Throng—I..
© Emily Dickinson
When The Astronomer Stops Seeking
851When the Astronomer stops seekingFor his Pleiad's Face—When the lone British LadyForsakes the Arctic RaceWhen to his Covenant NeedleThe Sailor..
© Emily Dickinson
The Province Of The Saved
539The Province of the SavedShould be the Art—To save—Through Skill obtained in Themselves—The Science of the GraveNo Man can understandBut He that..
© Emily Dickinson
Me, Change! Me, Alter!
268Me, change! Me, alter!Then I will, when on the Everlasting HillA Smaller Purple grows—At sunset, or a lesser glowFlickers upon Cordillera—At Day's..
© Emily Dickinson
The Black Berry—wears A Thorn In His Side
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side—But no Man heard Him cry—He offers His Berry, just the sameTo Partridge—and to Boy—He sometimes holds upon..
© Emily Dickinson
Least Bee That Brew
676Least Bee that brew—A Honey's WeightContent Her smallest fraction helpThe Amber Quantity—
© Emily Dickinson
The Juggler's Hat Her Country Is
330The Juggler's Hat her Country is—The Mountain Gorse—the Bee's!
© Emily Dickinson
Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble
9Through lane it lay—through bramble—Through clearing and through wood—Banditti often passed usUpon the lonely road.The wolf came peering curious—The..
© Emily Dickinson