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").
Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So
462Why make it doubt—it hurts it so—So sick—to guess—So strong—to know—So brave—upon its little BedTo tell the very last They saidUnto Itself—and..
© Emily Dickinson
We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing
230We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—'Tisn't all Hock—with us—Life has its Ale—But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy—We chant—for cheer—when the..
© Emily Dickinson
Sleep Is Supposed To Be
13Sleep is supposed to beBy souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness..
© Emily Dickinson
No Romance Sold Unto
669No Romance sold untoCould so enthrall a ManAs the perusal ofHis Individual One—'Tis Fiction's—When 'tis small enoughTo Credit—'Tisn't true!
© Emily Dickinson
I Cannot Be Ashamed
914I cannot be ashamedBecause I cannot seeThe love you offer—MagnitudeReverses ModestyAnd I cannot be proudBecause a Height so highInvolves..
© Emily Dickinson
he Spider as an Artist
The Spider as an ArtistHas never been employed -Though his surpassing MeritIs freely certifiedBy every Broom and BridgetThroughout a Christian Land..
© Emily Dickinson
The Murmur Of A Bee
155The Murmur of a BeeA Witchcraft—yieldeth me—If any ask me why—'Twere easier to die—Than tell—The Red upon the HillTaketh away my will—If anybody..
© Emily Dickinson
This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life
858This Chasm, Sweet, upon my lifeI mention it to you,When Sunrise through a fissure dropThe Day must follow too.If we demur, its gaping..
© Emily Dickinson
No Man Can Compass A Despair
477No Man can compass a Despair—As round a Goalless RoadNo faster than a Mile at onceThe Traveller proceed—Unconscious of the Width—Unconscious that..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose
759He fought like those Who've nought to lose—Bestowed Himself to BallsAs One who for a further LifeHad not a further Use—Invited Death—with bold..
© Emily Dickinson
The Fingers Of The Light
1000The Fingers of the LightTapped soft upon the TownWith "I am great and cannot waitSo therefore let me in.""You're soon," the Town replied,"My..
© Emily Dickinson
I Gained It So
359I gained it so—By Climbing slow—By Catching at the Twigs that growBetween the Bliss—and me—It hung so highAs well the SkyAttempt by Strategy—I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had Not Minded—walls
398I had not minded—Walls—Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I'd tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro'..
© Emily Dickinson
His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
916His Feet are shod with Gauze—His Helmet, is of Gold,His Breast, a Single OnyxWith Chrysophrase, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant—His Idleness—a..
© Emily Dickinson
The Luxury To Apprehend
815The Luxury to apprehendThe Luxury 'twould beTo look at Thee a single timeAn Epicure of MeIn whatsoever Presence makesTill for a further FoodI..
© Emily Dickinson
Partake As Doth The Bee
994Partake as doth the Bee,Abstemiously.The Rose is an Estate—In Sicily.
© Emily Dickinson
He Forgot—and I—remembered
203He forgot—and I—remembered—'Twas an everyday affair—Long ago as Christ and Peter—"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire.""Thou wert with him"—quoth..
© Emily Dickinson
Herein A Blossom Lies
899Herein a Blossom lies—A Sepulchre, between—Cross it, and overcome the Bee—Remain—'tis but a Rind.
© Emily Dickinson
! Come! My Dazzled Face
Me! Come! My dazzled faceIn such a shining place!Me! Hear! My foreign earThe sounds of welcome near!The saints shall meetOur bashful feet.My holiday..
© Emily Dickinson
e Outgrow Love, Like Other Things
887We outgrow love, like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer—Till it an Antique fashion shows—Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
© Emily Dickinson
Love—thou Art High
453Love—thou art high—I cannot climb thee—But, were it Two—Who know but we—Taking turns—at the Chimborazo—Ducal—at last—stand up by thee—Love—thou..
© Emily Dickinson
He Strained My Faith
497He strained my faith—Did he find it supple?Shook my strong trust—Did it then—yield?Hurled my belief—But—did he shatter—it?Racked—with suspense—Not..
© Emily Dickinson
When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins
633When Bells stop ringing—Church—beginsThe Positive—of Bells—When Cogs—stop—that's Circumference—The Ultimate—of Wheels.
© Emily Dickinson
If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now
256If I'm lost—nowThat I was found—Shall still my transport be—That once—on me—those Jasper GatesBlazed open—suddenly—That in my..
© Emily Dickinson
I Met A King This Afternoon!
166I met a King this afternoon!He had not on a Crown indeed,A little Palmleaf Hat was all,And he was barefoot, I'm afraid!But sure I am he Ermine..
© Emily Dickinson