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").
Had I Presumed To Hope
522Had I presumed to hope—The loss had been to MeA Value—for the Greatness' Sake—As Giants—gone away—Had I presumed to gainA Favor so remote—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Our Journey Had Advanced
Our journey had advanced;Our feet were almost comeTo that odd fork in Being's road,Eternity by term.Our pace took sudden awe,Our feet reluctant..
© Emily Dickinson
On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose
194On this long storm the Rainbow rose—On this late Morn—the Sun—The clouds—like listless Elephants—Horizons—straggled down—The Birds rose smiling..
© Emily Dickinson
The Last Night That She Lived
1100The last Night that She livedIt was a Common NightExcept the Dying—this to UsMade Nature differentWe noticed smallest things—Things overlooked..
© Emily Dickinson
My River Runs To Thee
My River runs to thee—Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?My River wait reply—Oh Sea—look graciously—I'll fetch thee BrooksFrom spotted nooks—Say—Sea—Take Me!
© Emily Dickinson
I Am Alive - I Guess
I am alive—I guess—The Branches on my HandAre full of Morning Glory—And at my finger's end—The Carmine—tingles warm—And if I hold a GlassAcross my..
© Emily Dickinson
This World Is Not Conclusion
501This World is not Conclusion.A Species stands beyond—Invisible, as Music—But positive, as Sound—It beckons, and it baffles—Philosophy—don't..
© Emily Dickinson
Unit, Like Death, For Whom?
408Unit, like Death, for Whom?True, like the Tomb,Who tells no secretTold to Him—The Grave is strict—Tickets admitJust two—the Bearer—And the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had No Time To Hate, Because
I had no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but sinceSome industry..
© Emily Dickinson
A Little Snow Was Here And There
A little Snow was here and thereDisseminated in her Hair -Since she and I had met and playedDecade had gathered to Decade -But Time had added not..
© Emily Dickinson
Too Little Way The House Must Lie
911Too little way the House must lieFrom every Human HeartThat holds in undisputed LeaseA white inhabitant—Too narrow is the Right between—Too..
© Emily Dickinson
Love Reckons By Itself—alone
826Love reckons by itself—alone—"As large as I"—relate the SunTo One who never felt it blaze—Itself is all the like it has—
© Emily Dickinson
We Can But Follow To The Sun
920We can but follow to the Sun—As oft as He go downHe leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—'Tis mostly—following—We go no further with the DustThan to..
© Emily Dickinson
How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset
291How the old Mountains drip with SunsetHow the Hemlocks burn—How the Dun Brake is draped in CinderBy the Wizard Sun—How the old Steeples hand the..
© Emily Dickinson
Going To Heaven!
79Going to Heaven!I don't know when—Pray do not ask me how!Indeed I'm too astonishedTo think of answering you!Going to Heaven!How dim it sounds!And..
© Emily Dickinson
With Thee, In The Desert
209With thee, in the Desert—With thee in the thirst—With thee in the Tamarind wood—Leopard breathes—at last!
© Emily Dickinson
They Shut Me Up In Prose
They shut me up in Prose --As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet --Because they liked me "still" --Still! Could themself have peeped --And..
© Emily Dickinson
I Reckon—when I Count It All
569I reckon—when I count it all—First—Poets—Then the Sun—Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God—And then—the List is done—But, looking back—the First so..
© Emily Dickinson
I Dreaded That First Robin, So
348I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though—I thought If I could only liveTill..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Were 'The Father And The Son
Who were 'the Father and the Son'We pondered when a child,And what had they to do with usAnd when portentous toldWith inference appallingBy Childhood..
© Emily Dickinson
To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death
485To make One's Toilette—after DeathHas made the Toilette coolOf only Taste we cared to pleaseIs difficult, and still—That's easier—than Braid the..
© Emily Dickinson
Life—is What We Make Of It
698Life—is what we make of it—Death—we do not know—Christ's acquaintance with HimJustify Him—though—He—would trust no stranger—Other—could..
© Emily Dickinson
Within My Garden, Rides A Bird
500Within my Garden, rides a BirdUpon a single Wheel—Whose spokes a dizzy Music makeAs 'twere a travelling Mill—He never stops, but slackensAbove the..
© Emily Dickinson
This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladiesAnd lads and girls;Was laughter and ability and sighing,And frocks and curls;This passive place a summer's..
© Emily Dickinson
In Lands I Never Saw—they Say
124In lands I never saw—they sayImmortal Alps look down—Whose Bonnets touch the firmament—Whose Sandals touch the town—Meek at whose everlasting..
© Emily Dickinson