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").
'Twould Ease—a Butterfly
682'Twould ease—a Butterfly—Elate—a Bee—Thou'rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee's..
© Emily Dickinson
It's All I Have To Bring Today
26It's all I have to bring today—This, and my heart beside—This, and my heart, and all the fields—And all the meadows wide—Be sure you count—should I..
© Emily Dickinson
Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar
201Two swimmers wrestled on the spar—Until the morning sun—When One—turned smiling to the land—Oh God! the Other One!The stray ships—passing—Spied a..
© Emily Dickinson
They Say That 'Time Assuages
They say that 'time assuages,'--Time never did assuage;An actual suffering strengthens,As sinews do, with age.Time is a test of trouble,But not a..
© Emily Dickinson
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How good—to be alive!How infinite—to beAlive—two-fold—The Birth I hadAnd this—besides, in—Thee!
© Emily Dickinson
That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet
659That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,And said that I was strong—And could be mighty, if I liked—That Day—the Days among—Glows Central—like a..
© Emily Dickinson
Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven?
248Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing—too loud?But—I can say a little 'Minor'Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try..
© Emily Dickinson
The Angle Of A Landscape
375The Angle of a Landscape—That every time I wake—Between my Curtain and the WallUpon an ample Crack—Like a Venetian—waiting—Accosts my open eye—Is..
© Emily Dickinson
You Cannot Put A Fire Out
530You cannot put a Fire out—A Thing that can igniteCan go, itself, without a Fan—Upon the slowest Night—You cannot fold a Flood—And put it in a..
© Emily Dickinson
Wait Till The Majesty Of Death
171Wait till the Majesty of DeathInvests so mean a brow!Almost a powdered FootmanMight dare to touch it now!Wait till in Everlasting RobesThat..
© Emily Dickinson
To This World She Returned
830To this World she returned.But with a tinge of that—A Compound manner,As a SodEspoused a Violet,That chiefer to the SkiesThan to himself..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas A Long Parting&Mdash;But The Time
625'Twas a long Parting—but the timeFor Interview—had Come—Before the Judgment Seat of God—The last—and second timeThese Fleshless Lovers met—A..
© Emily Dickinson
Home
Years I had been from home,And now, before the doorI dared not open, lest a faceI never saw beforeStare vacant into mineAnd ask my business there.My..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rutDebates if it will go.A narrow wind complains all dayHow..
© Emily Dickinson
To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;The bushes they were bells;I could not find a privacyFrom Nature's sentinels.In cave if I presumed to hide,The..
© Emily Dickinson
The Heart Asks Pleasure First
The heart asks pleasure firstAnd then, excuse from pain-And then, those little anodynesThat deaden suffering;And then, to go to sleep;And then, if it..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes
326I cannot dance upon my Toes—No Man instructed me—But oftentimes, among my mind,A Glee possesseth me,That had I Ballet knowledge—Would put itself..
© Emily Dickinson
She Rose To His Requirement
732She rose to His Requirement—droptThe Playthings of Her LifeTo take the honorable WorkOf Woman, and of Wife—If ought She missed in Her new Day,Of..
© Emily Dickinson
Unto My Books—so Good To Turn
604Unto my Books—so good to turn—Far ends of tired Days—It half endears the Abstinence—And Pain—is missed—in Praise—As Flavors—cheer Retarded..
© Emily Dickinson
I Came To Buy A Smile—today
223I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt..
© Emily Dickinson
You Know That Portrait In The Moon
504You know that Portrait in the Moon—So tell me who 'tis like—The very Brow—the stooping eyes—A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?The very Pattern of the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over
193I shall know why—when Time is over—And I have ceased to wonder why—Christ will explain each separate anguishIn the fair schoolroom of the sky—He..
© Emily Dickinson
To Put This World Down, Like A Bundle
527To put this World down, like a Bundle—And walk steady, away,Requires Energy—possibly Agony—'Tis the Scarlet wayTrodden with straight..
© Emily Dickinson
To Venerate The Simple Days
57To venerate the simple daysWhich lead the seasons by,Needs but to rememberThat from you or I,They may take the trifleTermed mortality!
© Emily Dickinson
One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,One need not be a house;The brain has corridors surpassingMaterial place.Far safer, of a midnight..
© Emily Dickinson