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 Burdock&Mdash;Clawed My Gown
229A Burdock—clawed my Gown—Not Burdock's—blame—But mine—Who went too nearThe Burdock's Den—A Bog—affronts my shoe—What else have Bogs—to do—The only..
© Emily Dickinson
"I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life
731"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—I want—was chief it saidWhen Skill entreated it—the last—And when so newly dead—I could not deem it late—to..
© Emily Dickinson
A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
A clock stopped -- not the mantel'sGeneva's farthest skillCan't put the puppet bowingThat just now dangled still.An awe came on the trinket!The..
© Emily Dickinson
'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament
688'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament—'Tears'—is a trick of the nerve—But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—Doesn't—always—move —
© Emily Dickinson
"Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You
964"Unto Me?" I do not know you—Where may be your House?"I am Jesus—Late of Judea—Now—of Paradise"—Wagons—have you—to convey me?This is far from..
© Emily Dickinson
A Light Exists In Spring
A light exists in springNot present on the yearAt any other period.When March is scarcely hereA color stands abroadOn solitary hillsThat science..
© Emily Dickinson
A Charm Invests A Face
421A Charm invests a faceImperfectly beheld—The Lady dare not lift her VeilFor fear it be dispelled—But peers beyond her mesh—And wishes—and..
© Emily Dickinson
A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
895A Cloud withdrew from the SkySuperior Glory beBut that Cloud and its AuxiliariesAre forever lost to meHad I but further scannedHad I secured the..
© Emily Dickinson
'Arcturus' Is His Other Name
70'Arcturus' is his other name—I'd rather call him 'Star.'It's very mean of ScienceTo go and interfere!I slew a worm the other day—A 'Savant' passing..
© Emily Dickinson
I'M Nobody! Who Are You?
I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!They'd banish -- you know!How dreary to be somebody!How public..
© Emily Dickinson
A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink
566A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—I hunted all the Sand—I caught the Dripping of a RockAnd bore it in my Hand—His Mighty Balls—in death were..
© Emily Dickinson
A Coffin—is A Small Domain
A Coffin—is a small Domain,Yet able to containA Citizen of ParadiseIn it diminished Plane.A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—Yet ampler than the Sun—And..
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me
575"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place—And when again, at Dawn,A mighty look runs round the..
© Emily Dickinson
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Because I could not stop for Death-He kindly stopped for me-The Carriage held but just Ourselves-And Immortality.We slowly drove- He knew no hasteAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach!
239"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!The Apple on the Tree—Provided it do hopeless—hang—That—"Heaven" is—to Me!The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—The..
© Emily Dickinson
A Bird Came Down
A bird came down the walk:He did not know I saw;He bit an angle-worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw.And then he drank a dewFrom a convenient..
© Emily Dickinson
A Book
There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry.This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress..
© Emily Dickinson
"Faith" Is A Fine Invention
"Faith" is a fine inventionWhen Gentlemen can see—But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency.
© Emily Dickinson
'Nature' Is What We See
'Nature' is what we see—The Hill—the Afternoon—Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—Nay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the..
© Emily Dickinson
"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?
"Why do I love" You, Sir?Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows—andDo..
© Emily Dickinson
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is..
© Emily Dickinson
You and your whole race
You and your whole race.Look down upon the town in which you liveAnd be ashamed.Look down upon white folksAnd upon yourselvesAnd be ashamedThat such..
© Langston Hughes
Park Bench
I live on a park bench.You, Park Avenue.Hell of a distanceBetween us two.I beg a dime for dinner-You got a butler and maid.But I'm wakin' up!Say..
© Langston Hughes
Thanksgiving Time
When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and..
© Langston Hughes
Song For A Dark Girl
Way Down South in Dixie(Break the heart of me)They hung my black young loverTo a cross roads tree.Way Down South in Dixie(Bruised body high in air)I..
© Langston Hughes