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").
You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die
610You'll find—it when you try to die—The Easier to let go—For recollecting such as went—You could not spare—you know.And though their places..
© Emily Dickinson
Besides This May
977Besides this MayWe knowThere is Another—How fairOur Speculations of the Foreigner!Some know Him whom We knew—Sweet Wonder—A Nature beWhere Saints..
© 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
As If I Asked A Common Alms
323As if I asked a common Alms,And in my wondering handA Stranger pressed a Kingdom,And I, bewildered, stand—As if I asked the OrientHad it for me a..
© Emily Dickinson
Four Trees—upon A Solitary Acre
742Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre—Without DesignOr Order, or Apparent Action—Maintain—The Sun—upon a Morning meets them—The Wind—No nearer..
© Emily Dickinson
Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
Nature the gentlest mother is,Impatient of no child,The feeblest of the waywardest.Her admonition mildIn forest and the hillBy traveller be..
© Emily Dickinson
Flowers—well—if Anybody
137Flowers—Well—if anybodyCan the ecstasy define—Half a transport—half a trouble—With which flowers humble men:Anybody find the fountainFrom which..
© Emily Dickinson
It Sifts From Leaden Sieves
311It sifts from Leaden Sieves—It powders all the Wood.It fills with Alabaster WoolThe Wrinkles of the Road—It makes an Even FaceOf Mountain, and of..
© Emily Dickinson
Crisis Is A Hair
889Crisis is a HairToward which the forces creepPast which forces retrogradeIf it come in sleepTo suspend the BreathIs the most we canIgnorant is it..
© Emily Dickinson
Delight Is As The Flight
257Delight is as the flight—Or in the Ratio of it,As the Schools would say—The Rainbow's way—A SkeinFlung colored, after Rain,Would suit as..
© Emily Dickinson
Delight Becomes Pictorial
Delight becomes pictorialWhen viewed through pain,--More fair, because impossibleThat any gain.The mountaln at a given distanceIn amber..
© Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges To Some Centre
Each life converges to some centreExpressed or still;Exists in every human natureA goal,Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,Too fairFor..
© Emily Dickinson
A Tongue—to Tell Him I Am True!
400A Tongue—to tell Him I am true!Its fee—to be of Gold—Had Nature—in Her monstrous HouseA single Ragged Child—To earn a Mine—would runThat..
© Emily Dickinson
It Always Felt To Me—a Wrong
597It always felt to me—a wrongTo that Old Moses—done—To let him see—the Canaan—Without the entering—And tho' in soberer moments—No Moses there can..
© Emily Dickinson
For Every Bird A Nest
143For every Bird a Nest—Wherefore in timid questSome little Wren goes seeking round—Wherefore when boughs are free—Households in every tree—Pilgrim..
© Emily Dickinson
It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for..
© Emily Dickinson
I Started Early - Took My Dog
I started Early - Took my Dog -And visited the Sea -The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me -And Frigates - in the Upper FloorExtended..
© Emily Dickinson
If You Were Coming In The Fall
If you were coming in the fall,I'd brush the summer byWith half a smile and half a spum,As housewives do a fly.If I could see you in a year,I'd wind..
© 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
Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple Poem by Emily Dickinson
228Blazing in Gold and quenching in PurpleLeaping like Leopards to the SkyThen at the feet of the old HorizonLaying her spotted Face to dieStooping..
© Emily Dickinson
Dust Is The Only Secret
153Dust is the only Secret—Death, the only OneYou cannot find out all aboutIn his "native town."Nobody know "his Father"—Never was a Boy—Hadn't any..
© Emily Dickinson
By A Flower—by A Letter
109By a flower—By a letter—By a nimble love—If I weld the Rivet faster—Final fast—above—Never mind my breathless Anvil!Never mind Repose!Never mind..
© Emily Dickinson
Did We Disobey Him?
267Did we disobey Him?Just one time!Charged us to forget Him—But we couldn't learn!Were Himself—such a Dunce—What would we—do?Love the dull..
© Emily Dickinson