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").
The Service Without Hope
779The Service without Hope—Is tenderest, I think—Because 'tis unsustainedBy stint—Rewarded Work—Has impetus of Gain—And impetus of Goal—There is no..
© Emily Dickinson
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
509If anybody's friend be deadIt's sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive—At such and such a time—Their costume, of a Sunday,Some..
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early
717The Beggar Lad—dies early—It's Somewhat in the Cold—And Somewhat in the Trudging feet—And haply, in the World—The Cruel—smiling—bowing World—That..
© Emily Dickinson
I Read My Sentence—steadily
412I read my sentence—steadily—Reviewed it with my eyes,To see that I made no mistakeIn its extremest clause—The Date, and manner, of the shame—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Renunciation
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --The letting goA Presence -- for an Expectation --Not now --The putting out of Eyes --Just Sunrise --Lest Day..
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow That Never Drifts
The Snow that never drifts -The transient, fragrant snowThat comes a single time a YearIs softly driving now -So thorough in the TreeAt night beneath..
© Emily Dickinson
The Only News I Know
827The Only News I knowIs Bulletins all DayFrom Immortality.The Only Shows I see—Tomorrow and Today—Perchance Eternity—The Only One I meetIs God—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Through The Dark Sod—as Education
Through the Dark Sod—as Education—The Lily passes sure—Feels her white foot—no trepidation—Her faith—no fear—Afterward—in the Meadow—Swinging her..
© Emily Dickinson
Papa Above!
61Papa above!Regard a MouseO'erpowered by the Cat!Reserve within thy kingdomA "Mansion" for the Rat!Snug in seraphic CupboardsTo nibble all the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock
783The Birds begun at Four o'clock—Their period for Dawn—A Music numerous as space—But neighboring as Noon—I could not count their Force—Their Voices..
© Emily Dickinson
So Bashful When I Spied Her!
91So bashful when I spied her!So pretty—so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find—So breathless till I passed here—So helpless when I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Shall Keep Singing!
250I shall keep singing!Birds will pass meOn their way to Yellower Climes—Each—with a Robin's expectation—I—with my Redbreast—And my Rhymes—Late—when..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes
458Like eyes that looked on Wastes—Incredulous of OughtBut Blank—and steady Wilderness—Diversified by Night—Just Infinites of Nought—As far as it..
© Emily Dickinson
A Counterfeit - a Plated Person
A Counterfeit - a Plated Person -I would not be -Whatever strata of IniquityMy Nature underlie -Truth is good Health - and Safety, and the Sky.How..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Like The Light
It's like the light, --A fashionless delightIt's like the bee, --A dateless melody.It's like the woods,Private like breeze,Phraseless, yet it..
© Emily Dickinson
We Don'T Cry—tim And I
196We don't cry—Tim and I,We are far too grand—But we bolt the door tightTo prevent a friend—Then we hide our brave faceDeep in our hand—Not to..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Bronze—and Blaze
290Of Bronze—and Blaze—The North—Tonight—So adequate—it forms—So preconcerted with itself—So distant—to alarms—And Unconcern so sovereignTo Universe..
© Emily Dickinson
The Body Grows Without
578The Body grows without—The more convenient way—That if the Spirit—like to hideIts Temple stands, alway,Ajar—secure—inviting—It never did betrayThe..
© Emily Dickinson
So Set Its Sun In Thee
808So set its Sun in TheeWhat Day be dark to me—What Distance—far—So I the Ships may seeThat touch—how seldomly—Thy Shore?
© Emily Dickinson
She Sped As Petals Of A Rose
991She sped as Petals of a RoseOffended by the Wind—A frail Aristocrat of TimeIndemnity to find—Leaving on nature—a DefaultAs Cricket or as Bee—But..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying At My Music
Dying at my music!Bubble! Bubble!Hold me till the Octave's run!Quick! Burst the Windows!Ritardando!Phials left, and the Sun!
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain
975The Mountain sat upon the PlainIn his tremendous Chair—His observation omnifold,His inquest, everywhere—The Seasons played around his kneesLike..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Course—i Prayed
376Of Course—I prayed—And did God Care?He cared as much as on the AirA Bird—had stamped her foot—And cried "Give Me"—My Reason—Life—I had not had—but..
© Emily Dickinson
One Dignity Delays For All
98One dignity delays for all—One mitred Afternoon—None can avoid this purple—None evade this Crown!Coach, it insures, and footmen—Chamber, and state..
© Emily Dickinson
The Color Of A Queen, Is This
776The Color of a Queen, is this—The Color of a SunAt setting—this and Amber—Beryl—and this, at Noon—And when at night—Auroran widthsFling suddenly..
© Emily Dickinson