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").
Finite—to Fail, But Infinite To Venture
847Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture—For the one ship that struts the shoreMany's the gallant—overwhelmed CreatureNodding in Navies nevermore—
© Emily Dickinson
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
275Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!Why, God, would be contentWith but a fraction of the Life—Poured thee, without a stint—The whole of me—forever—What..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying! To Be Afraid Of Thee
831Dying! To be afraid of theeOne must to thine ArtilleryHave left exposed a Friend—Than thine old Arrow is a ShotDelivered straighter to the..
© Emily Dickinson
Spring Is The Period
844Spring is the PeriodExpress from God.Among the other seasonsHimself abide,But during March and AprilNone stir abroadWithout a cordial..
© Emily Dickinson
Deprived Of Other Banquet
773Deprived of other Banquet,I entertained Myself—At first—a scant nutrition—An insufficient Loaf—But grown by slender addingsTo so esteemed a..
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie
722Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie—Never deny Me—Never fly—Those same unvarying EyesTurn on Me—when I fail—or feign,Or take the Royal names in..
© Emily Dickinson
Nobody Knows This Little Rose
35Nobody knows this little Rose—It might a pilgrim beDid I not take it from the waysAnd lift it up to thee.Only a Bee will miss it—Only a..
© Emily Dickinson
You See I Cannot See—your Lifetime
253You see I cannot see—your lifetime—I must guess—How many times it ache for me—today—Confess—How many times for my far sakeThe brave eyes film—But..
© Emily Dickinson
This Is My Letter To The World
This is my letter to the world,That never wrote to me,-The simple news that Nature told,With tender majestyHer message is committedTo hands I cannot..
© Emily Dickinson
Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon
Two butterflies went out at noonAnd waltzed above a stream,Then stepped straight through the firmamentAnd rested on a beam;And then together bore..
© Emily Dickinson
Fairer Through Fading—as The Day
938Fairer through Fading—as the DayInto the Darkness dips away—Half Her Complexion of the Sun—Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—Rallies Her Glow, like a..
© Emily Dickinson
Arcturus
"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
The Railway Train
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, stepAround a pile of mountains,And..
© Emily Dickinson
It Makes No Difference Abroad
620It makes no difference abroad—The Seasons—fit—the same—The Mornings blossom into Noons—And split their Pods of Flame—Wild flowers—kindle in the..
© Emily Dickinson
Suspense—is Hostiler Than Death
705Suspense—is Hostiler than Death—Death—tho'soever Broad,Is Just Death, and cannot increase—Suspense—does not conclude—But perishes—to live anew—But..
© Emily Dickinson
Distrustful Of The Gentian
20Distrustful of the Gentian—And just to turn away,The fluttering of her fringesChild my perfidy—Weary for my—————I will singing go—I shall not feel..
© Emily Dickinson
Conscious Am I In My Chamber
679Conscious am I in my Chamber,Of a shapeless friend—He doth not attest by Posture—Nor Confirm—by Word—Neither Place—need I present Him—Fitter..
© Emily Dickinson
Artists Wrestled Here!
110Artists wrestled here!Lo, a tint Cashmere!Lo, a Rose!Student of the Year!For the easel hereSay Repose!
© Emily Dickinson
Except The Heaven Had Come So Near
472Except the Heaven had come so near—So seemed to choose My Door—The Distance would not haunt me so—I had not hoped—before—But just to hear the..
© Emily Dickinson
Could I—then—shut The Door
220Could I—then—shut the door—Lest my beseeching face—at last—Rejected—be—of Her?
© Emily Dickinson
Could—i Do More—for Thee
447Could—I do more—for Thee—Wert Thou a Bumble Bee—Since for the Queen, have I—Nought but Bouquet?
© Emily Dickinson
Exclusion (The Soul Selects Her Own Society)
The soul selects her own society,Then shuts the door;On her divine majorityObtrude no more.Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her low..
© Emily Dickinson
Endow The Living—with The Tears
521Endow the Living—with the Tears—You squander on the Dead,And They were Men and Women—now,Around Your Fireside—Instead of Passive Creatures,Denied..
© Emily Dickinson
The Brain Within It's Groove
The brain within its grooveRuns evenly and true;But let a splinter swerve,'T were easier for youTo put the water backWhen floods have slit the..
© Emily Dickinson
Heart, We Will Forget Him
Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.When you have done pray tell me,Then I, my..
© Emily Dickinson