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").
Drama's Vitallest Expression Is The Common Day
741Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common DayThat arise and set about Us—Other TragedyPerish in the Recitation—This—the best enactWhen the..
© Emily Dickinson
Forever—it Composed Of Nows
624Forever—it composed of Nows—'Tis not a different time—Except for Infiniteness—And Latitude of Home—From this—experienced Here—Remove the Dates—to..
© Emily Dickinson
Empty My Heart, Of Thee
587Empty my Heart, of Thee—Its single Artery—Begin, and leave Thee out—Simply Extinction's Date—Much Billow hath the Sea—One Baltic—They—Subtract..
© Emily Dickinson
Banish Air From Air&Mdash
854Banish Air from Air—Divide Light if you dare—They'll meetWhile Cubes in a DropOr Pellets of ShapeFitFilms cannot annulOdors return wholeForce..
© Emily Dickinson
It Feels A Shame To Be Alive
444It feels a shame to be Alive—When Men so brave—are dead—One envies the Distinguished Dust—Permitted—such a Head—The Stone—that tells defending..
© Emily Dickinson
As Frost Is Best Conceived
951As Frost is best conceivedBy force of its Result—Affliction is inferredBy subsequent effect—If when the sun reveal,The Garden keep the Gash—If as..
© Emily Dickinson
Superfluous Were The Sun
999Superfluous were the SunWhen Excellence be deadHe were superfluous every DayFor every Day be saidThat syllable whose FaithJust saves it from..
© Emily Dickinson
Could I But Ride Indefinite
661Could I but ride indefiniteAs doth the Meadow BeeAnd visit only where I likedAnd No one visit meAnd flirt all Day with ButtercupsAnd marry whom I..
© Emily Dickinson
Doom Is The House Without The Door
475Doom is the House without the Door—'Tis entered from the Sun—And then the Ladder's thrown away,Because Escape—is done—'Tis varied by the DreamOf..
© Emily Dickinson
How Happy I Was If I Could Forget
898How happy I was if I could forgetTo remember how sad I amWould be an easy adversityBut the recollecting of BloomKeeps making November..
© Emily Dickinson
Do People Moulder Equally
432Do People moulder equally,They bury, in the Grave?I do believe a SpeciesAs positively liveAs I, who testify itDeny that I—am dead—And fill my..
© Emily Dickinson
All Circumstances Are The Frame
820All Circumstances are the FrameIn which His Face is set—All Latitudes exist for HisSufficient Continent—The Light His Action, and the DarkThe..
© Emily Dickinson
How Far Is It To Heaven?
929How far is it to Heaven?As far as Death this way—Of River or of Ridge beyondWas no discovery.How far is it to Hell?As far as Death this way—How..
© Emily Dickinson
As Watchers Hang Upon The East
121As Watchers hang upon the East,As Beggars revel at a feastBy savory Fancy spread—As brooks in deserts babble sweetOn ear too far for the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Wait An Hour—is Long
781To wait an Hour—is long—If Love be just beyond—To wait Eternity—is short—If Love reward the end—
© Emily Dickinson
Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know
58Delayed till she had ceased to know—Delayed till in its vest of snowHer loving bosom lay—An hour behind the fleeting breath—Later by just an hour..
© Emily Dickinson
You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot
634You'll know Her—by Her Foot—The smallest Gamboge HandWith Fingers—where the Toes should be—Would more affront the Sand—Than this Quaint Creature's..
© Emily Dickinson
Exultation Is The Going
76Exultation is the goingOf an inland soul to sea,Past the houses—past the headlands—Into deep Eternity—Bred as we, among the mountains,Can the..
© Emily Dickinson
Fitter To See Him, I May Be
968Fitter to see Him, I may beFor the long Hindrance—Grace—to Me—With Summers, and with Winters, grow,Some passing Year—A trait bestowTo make Me..
© Emily Dickinson
From Blank To Blank
761From Blank to Blank—A Threadless WayI pushed Mechanic feet—To stop—or perish—or advance—Alike indifferent—If end I gainedIt ends beyondIndefinite..
© Emily Dickinson
Civilization&Mdash;Spurns&Mdash;The Leopard!
492Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!Was the Leopard—bold?Deserts—never rebuked her Satin—Ethiop—her Gold—Tawny—her Customs—She was..
© Emily Dickinson
Baffled For Just A Day Or Two
17Baffled for just a day or two—Embarrassed—not afraid—Encounter in my gardenAn unexpected Maid.She beckons, and the woods start—She nods, and all..
© Emily Dickinson
Don'T Put Up My Thread And Needle
617Don't put up my Thread and Needle—I'll begin to SewWhen the Birds begin to whistle—Better Stitches—so—These were bent—my sight got crooked—When my..
© Emily Dickinson
Surgeons Must Be Very Careful
108Surgeons must be very carefulWhen they take the knife!Underneath their fine incisionsStirs the Culprit—Life!
© Emily Dickinson
A Little Dog That Wags His Tail
A little Dog that wags his tailAnd knows no other joyOf such a little Dog am IReminded by a BoyWho gambols all the living DayWithout an earthly..
© Emily Dickinson