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").
Mine—by The Right Of The White Election!
528Mine—by the Right of the White Election!Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal!Mine—here—in Vision—and..
© Emily Dickinson
One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only
553One Crucifixion is recorded—only—How many beIs not affirmed of Mathematics—Or History—One Calvary—exhibited to Stranger—As many beAs persons—or..
© Emily Dickinson
Went Up A Year This Evening!
93Went up a year this evening!I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravoesThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful—as to the village—Tranquil—as to..
© Emily Dickinson
How Sick—to Wait—in Any Place—but Thine
368How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine—I knew last night—when someone tried to twine—Thinking—perhaps—that I looked tired—or alone—Or..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cross Till I Am Weary
550I cross till I am wearyA Mountain—in my mind—More Mountains—then a Sea—More Seas—And thenA Desert—find—And My Horizon blocksWith..
© Emily Dickinson
The Malay—took The Pearl
452The Malay—took the Pearl—Not—I—the Earl—I—feared the Sea—too muchUnsanctified—to touch—Praying that I might beWorthy—the Destiny—The Swarthy..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping
152The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!The Hills to meet him rose!On his side, what Transaction!On their side, what Repose!Deeper and deeper grew the..
© Emily Dickinson
Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling
314Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—Sometimes—scalps a Tree—Her Green People recollect itWhen they do not die—Fainter Leaves—to Further..
© Emily Dickinson
hree Times—we Parted—breath—and I
598Three times—we parted—Breath—and I—Three times—He would not go—But strove to stir the lifeless FanThe Waters—strove to stay.Three Times—the..
© Emily Dickinson
If Recollecting Were Forgetting
33If recollecting were forgetting,Then I remember not.And if forgetting, recollecting,How near I had forgot.And if to miss, were merry,And to mourn..
© Emily Dickinson
Good Night, Because We Must
114Good night, because we must,How intricate the dust!I would go, to know!Oh incognito!Saucy, Saucy SeraphTo elude me so!Father! they won't tell..
© Emily Dickinson
I Pay—in Satin Cash
402I pay—in Satin Cash—You did not state—your price—A Petal, for a ParagraphIt near as I can guess—
© Emily Dickinson
Her—
312Her—"last Poems"—Poets—ended—Silver—perished—with her Tongue—Not on Record—bubbled other,Flute—or Woman—So divine—Not unto its..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Suffice For Him, I Knew
643I could suffice for Him, I knew—He—could suffice for Me—Yet Hesitating Fractions—BothSurveyed Infinity—"Would I be Whole" He sudden broached—My..
© Emily Dickinson
Great Caesar! Condescend
102Great Caesar! CondescendThe Daisy, to receive,Gathered by Cato's Daughter,With your majestic leave!
© Emily Dickinson
Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead
649Her Sweet turn to leave the HomesteadCame the Darker Way—Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too—But for Holiday'Tis more pitiful EndeavorThan did Loaded..
© Emily Dickinson
I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know
I lived on dread; to those who knowThe stimulus there isIn danger, other impetusIs numb and vital-less.As't were a spur upon the soul,A fear will..
© Emily Dickinson
On Such A Night, Or Such A Night
146On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair—So quiet—Oh how quiet,That nobody might..
© Emily Dickinson
Musicians Wrestle Everywhere
157Musicians wrestle everywhere—All day—among the crowded airI hear the silver strife—And—walking—long before the morn—Such transport breaks upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea
52Whether my bark went down at sea—Whether she met with gales—Whether to isles enchantedShe bent her docile sails—By what mystic mooringShe is held..
© Emily Dickinson
I Was The Slightest In The House
486I was the slightest in the House—I took the smallest Room—At night, my little Lamp, and Book—And one Geranium—So stationed I could catch the..
© Emily Dickinson
The World&Mdash;Feels Dusty
715The World—feels DustyWhen We stop to Die—We want the Dew—then—Honors—taste dry—Flags—vex a Dying face—But the least FanStirred by a friend's..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Good&Mdash;The Looking Back On Grief
660'Tis good—the looking back on Grief—To re-endure a Day—We thought the Mighty Funeral—Of All Conceived Joy—To recollect how Busy GrassDid..
© Emily Dickinson
What Inn Is This
115What Inn is thisWhere for the nightPeculiar Traveller comes?Who is the Landlord?Where the maids?Behold, what curious rooms!No ruddy fires on the..
© Emily Dickinson
Never For Society
746Never for SocietyHe shall seek in vain—Who His own acquaintanceCultivate—Of MenWiser Men may weary—But the Man withinNever knew Satiety—Better..
© Emily Dickinson