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").
My Garden—like The Beach
My Garden—like the Beach—Denotes there be—a Sea—That's Summer—Such as These—the PearlsShe fetches—such as Me
© Emily Dickinson
To Offer Brave Assistance
767To offer brave assistanceTo Lives that stand alone—When One has failed to stop them—Is Human—but DivineTo lend an Ample SinewUnto a Nameless..
© Emily Dickinson
Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure
846Twice had Summer her fair VerdureProffered to the Plain—Twice a Winter's silver FractureOn the Rivers been—Two full Autumns for the..
© Emily Dickinson
Upon Concluded Lives
735Upon Concluded LivesThere's nothing cooler falls—Than Life's sweet Calculations—The mixing Bells and Palls—Make Lacerating Tune—To Ears the Dying..
© Emily Dickinson
Under The Light, Yet Under
949Under the Light, yet under,Under the Grass and the Dirt,Under the Beetle's CellarUnder the Clover's Root,Further than Arm could stretchWere it..
© Emily Dickinson
How Many Flowers Fail In Wood
404How many Flowers fail in Wood—Or perish from the Hill—Without the privilege to knowThat they are Beautiful—How many cast a nameless PodUpon the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Would Not Paint—a Picture
505I would not paint—a picture—I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell—delicious—on—And wonder how the fingers feelWhose..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Should Die
54If I should die,And you should live—And time should gurgle on—And morn should beam—And noon should burn—As it has usual done—If Birds should build..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose
179If I could bribe them by a RoseI'd bring them every flower that growsFrom Amherst to Cashmere!I would not stop for night, or storm—Or frost, or..
© Emily Dickinson
Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed
'Twas Crisis—All the length had passed—That dull—benumbing timeThere is in Fever or Event—And now the Chance had come—The instant holding in its..
© Emily Dickinson
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
205I should not dare to leave my friend,Because—because if he should dieWhile I was gone—and I—too late—Should reach the Heart that wanted me—If I..
© Emily Dickinson
That Is Solemn We Have Ended
934That is solemn we have endedBe it but a PlayOr a Glee among the GarretOr a HolidayOr a leaving Home, or later,Parting with a WorldWe have..
© Emily Dickinson
How Fortunate The Grave
897How fortunate the Grave—All Prizes to obtain—Successful certain, if at last,First Suitor not in vain.
© Emily Dickinson
We Play At Paste
We play at paste,Till qualified for pearl,Then drop the paste,And deem ourself a fool.The shapes, though, were similar,And our new handsLearned..
© Emily Dickinson
The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time
906The Admirations—and Contempts—of time—Show justest—through an Open Tomb—The Dying—as it were a HeightReorganizes EstimateAnd what We saw notWe..
© Emily Dickinson
Impossibility, Like Wine
838Impossibility, like WineExhilarates the ManWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavorless—CombineA Chance's faintest TinctureAnd in the former..
© Emily Dickinson
Unfulfilled To Observation
972Unfulfilled to Observation—Incomplete—to Eye—But to Faith—a RevolutionIn Locality—Unto Us—the Suns extinguish—To our Opposite—New Horizons—they..
© Emily Dickinson
I Meant To Find Her When I Came
718I meant to find Her when I came—Death—had the same design—But the Success—was His—it seems—And the Surrender—Mine—I meant to tell Her how I..
© Emily Dickinson
Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him--
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--Tell him the page I didn't write;Tell him I only said the syntax,And left the verb and the pronoun out.Tell him..
© Emily Dickinson
Unto Me? I Do Not Know You—
"Unto Me?" I do not know you—Where may be your House?"I am Jesus—Late of Judea—Now—of Paradise"—Wagons—have you—to convey me?This is far from..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush
Like trains of cars on tracks of plushI hear the level bee:A jar across the flowers goes,Their velvet masonryWithstands until the sweet assaultTheir..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fumbles At Your Spirit
He fumbles at your spiritAs players at the keysBefore they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees,Prepares your brittle substanceFor the ethereal..
© Emily Dickinson
I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet
50I haven't told my garden yet—Lest that should conquer me.I haven't quite the strength nowTo break it to the Bee—I will not name it in the streetFor..
© Emily Dickinson
Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches
439Undue Significance a starving man attachesTo Food—Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Hopeless—And therefore—Good—Partaken—it relieves—indeed—But..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fumbles At Your Soul
315He fumbles at your SoulAs Players at the KeysBefore they drop full Music on—He stuns you by degrees—Prepares your brittle NatureFor the Ethereal..
© Emily Dickinson