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").
I Never Hear The Word 'Escape'
I never hear the word 'escape'Without a quicker blood,A sudden expectation,A flying attitude.I never hear of prisons broadBy soldiers battered..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man
The wind tapped like a tired man,And like a host, 'Come in,'I boldly answered; entered thenMy residence withinA rapid, footless guest,To offer whom a..
© Emily Dickinson
Her&Mdash;"Last Poems"
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 Never Hear The Word 'Escape'
I never hear the word 'escape'Without a quicker blood,A sudden expectation,A flying attitude.I never hear of prisons broadBy soldiers battered..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man
The wind tapped like a tired man,And like a host, 'Come in,'I boldly answered; entered thenMy residence withinA rapid, footless guest,To offer whom a..
© Emily Dickinson
I Asked No Other Thing
621I asked no other thing—No other—was denied—I offered Being—for it—The Mighty Merchant sneered—Brazil? He twirled a Button—Without a glance my..
© Emily Dickinson
Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread
104Where I have lost, I softer tread—I sow sweet flower from garden bed—I pause above that vanished headAnd mourn.Whom I have lost, I pious guardFrom..
© Emily Dickinson
I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes"
175I have never seen "Volcanoes"—But, when Travellers tellHow those old—phlegmatic mountainsUsually so still—Bear within—appalling Ordnance,Fire, and..
© Emily Dickinson
Knows How To Forget!
433Knows how to forget!But could It teach it?Easiest of Arts, they sayWhen one learn howDull Hearts have diedIn the AcquisitionSacrificed for..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle
302Like Some Old fashioned MiracleWhen Summertime is done—Seems Summer's RecollectionAnd the Affairs of JuneAs infinite TraditionAs Cinderella's..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Told The Buried Gold
11I never told the buried goldUpon the hill—that lies—I saw the sun—his plunder doneCrouch low to guard his prize.He stood as nearAs stood you here—A..
© Emily Dickinson
She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond!You dropped a purple..
© Emily Dickinson
The Leaves Like Women Interchange
987The Leaves like Women interchangeExclusive Confidence—Somewhat of nods and somewhatPortentous inference.The Parties in both casesEnjoining..
© Emily Dickinson
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw
The only ghost I ever sawWas dressed in mechlin, --so;He wore no sandal on his foot,And stepped like flakes of snow.His gait was soundless, like the..
© Emily Dickinson
Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt
537Me prove it now—Whoever doubtMe stop to prove it—now—Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scantFor Opportunity—The River reaches to my feet—As yet—My..
© Emily Dickinson
If I May Have It, When It's Dead
577If I may have it, when it's dead,I'll be contented—so—If just as soon as Breath is outIt shall belong to me—Until they lock it in the Grave,'Tis..
© Emily Dickinson
My Friend Attacks My Friend!
118My friend attacks my friend!Oh Battle picturesque!Then I turn Soldier too,And he turns Satirist!How martial is this place!Had I a mighty gunI..
© Emily Dickinson
Till Death—is Narrow Loving
907Till Death—is narrow Loving—The scantest Heart extantWill hold you till your privilegeOf Finiteness—be spent—But He whose loss procures youSuch..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve Seen A Dying Eye
547I've seen a Dying EyeRun round and round a Room—In search of Something—as it seemed—Then Cloudier become—And then—obscure with Fog—And then—be..
© Emily Dickinson
Pain
Pain--has an Element of Blank--It cannot recollectWhen it begun--or if there wereA time when it was not--It has no Future--but itself--Its Infinite..
© Emily Dickinson
I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides
498I envy Seas, whereon He rides—I envy Spokes of WheelsOf Chariots, that Him convey—I envy Crooked HillsThat gaze upon His journey—How easy All can..
© Emily Dickinson
Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith
912Peace is a fiction of our Faith—The Bells a Winter NightBearing the Neighbor out of SoundThat never did alight.
© Emily Dickinson
With A Flower
I hide myself within my flower,That wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too -And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my..
© Emily Dickinson
The Name—of It—is 'Autumn'
656The name—of it—is 'Autumn'—The hue—of it—is Blood—An Artery—upon the Hill—A Vein—along the Road—Great Globules—in the Alleys—And Oh, the Shower of..
© Emily Dickinson
What Soft—cherubic Creatures
401What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—These Gentlewomen are—One would as soon assault a Plush—Or violate a Star—Such Dimity Convictions—A Horror so..
© Emily Dickinson