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").
Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
802Time feels so vast that were it notFor an Eternity—I fear me this CircumferenceEngross my Finity—To His exclusion, who prepareBy Processes of..
© Emily Dickinson
Pain&Mdash;Expands The Time
967Pain—expands the Time—Ages coil withinThe minute CircumferenceOf a single Brain—Pain contracts—the Time—Occupied with ShotGamuts of EternitiesAre..
© Emily Dickinson
The Service Without Hope
779The Service without Hope—Is tenderest, I think—Because 'tis unsustainedBy stint—Rewarded Work—Has impetus of Gain—And impetus of Goal—There is no..
© Emily Dickinson
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
509If anybody's friend be deadIt's sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive—At such and such a time—Their costume, of a Sunday,Some..
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early
717The Beggar Lad—dies early—It's Somewhat in the Cold—And Somewhat in the Trudging feet—And haply, in the World—The Cruel—smiling—bowing World—That..
© Emily Dickinson
I Read My Sentence—steadily
412I read my sentence—steadily—Reviewed it with my eyes,To see that I made no mistakeIn its extremest clause—The Date, and manner, of the shame—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Renunciation
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --The letting goA Presence -- for an Expectation --Not now --The putting out of Eyes --Just Sunrise --Lest Day..
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow That Never Drifts
The Snow that never drifts -The transient, fragrant snowThat comes a single time a YearIs softly driving now -So thorough in the TreeAt night beneath..
© Emily Dickinson
The Only News I Know
827The Only News I knowIs Bulletins all DayFrom Immortality.The Only Shows I see—Tomorrow and Today—Perchance Eternity—The Only One I meetIs God—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Through The Dark Sod—as Education
Through the Dark Sod—as Education—The Lily passes sure—Feels her white foot—no trepidation—Her faith—no fear—Afterward—in the Meadow—Swinging her..
© Emily Dickinson
Papa Above!
61Papa above!Regard a MouseO'erpowered by the Cat!Reserve within thy kingdomA "Mansion" for the Rat!Snug in seraphic CupboardsTo nibble all the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock
783The Birds begun at Four o'clock—Their period for Dawn—A Music numerous as space—But neighboring as Noon—I could not count their Force—Their Voices..
© Emily Dickinson
So Bashful When I Spied Her!
91So bashful when I spied her!So pretty—so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find—So breathless till I passed here—So helpless when I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Shall Keep Singing!
250I shall keep singing!Birds will pass meOn their way to Yellower Climes—Each—with a Robin's expectation—I—with my Redbreast—And my Rhymes—Late—when..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes
458Like eyes that looked on Wastes—Incredulous of OughtBut Blank—and steady Wilderness—Diversified by Night—Just Infinites of Nought—As far as it..
© Emily Dickinson
A Counterfeit - a Plated Person
A Counterfeit - a Plated Person -I would not be -Whatever strata of IniquityMy Nature underlie -Truth is good Health - and Safety, and the Sky.How..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Like The Light
It's like the light, --A fashionless delightIt's like the bee, --A dateless melody.It's like the woods,Private like breeze,Phraseless, yet it..
© Emily Dickinson
We Don'T Cry—tim And I
196We don't cry—Tim and I,We are far too grand—But we bolt the door tightTo prevent a friend—Then we hide our brave faceDeep in our hand—Not to..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Bronze—and Blaze
290Of Bronze—and Blaze—The North—Tonight—So adequate—it forms—So preconcerted with itself—So distant—to alarms—And Unconcern so sovereignTo Universe..
© Emily Dickinson
The Body Grows Without
578The Body grows without—The more convenient way—That if the Spirit—like to hideIts Temple stands, alway,Ajar—secure—inviting—It never did betrayThe..
© Emily Dickinson
So Set Its Sun In Thee
808So set its Sun in TheeWhat Day be dark to me—What Distance—far—So I the Ships may seeThat touch—how seldomly—Thy Shore?
© Emily Dickinson
She Sped As Petals Of A Rose
991She sped as Petals of a RoseOffended by the Wind—A frail Aristocrat of TimeIndemnity to find—Leaving on nature—a DefaultAs Cricket or as Bee—But..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying At My Music
Dying at my music!Bubble! Bubble!Hold me till the Octave's run!Quick! Burst the Windows!Ritardando!Phials left, and the Sun!
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain
975The Mountain sat upon the PlainIn his tremendous Chair—His observation omnifold,His inquest, everywhere—The Seasons played around his kneesLike..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Course—i Prayed
376Of Course—I prayed—And did God Care?He cared as much as on the AirA Bird—had stamped her foot—And cried "Give Me"—My Reason—Life—I had not had—but..
© Emily Dickinson