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").
avior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell
217Savior! I've no one else to tell—And so I trouble thee.I am the one forgot thee so—Dost thou remember me?Nor, for myself, I came so far—That were..
© Emily Dickinson
Ribbons Of The Year
873Ribbons of the Year—Multitude Brocade—Worn to Nature's Party onceThen, as flung asideAs a faded BeadOr a Wrinkled PearlWho shall charge the..
© Emily Dickinson
Where Bells No More Affright The Morn
112Where bells no more affright the morn—Where scrabble never comes—Where very nimble GentlemenAre forced to keep their rooms—Where tired Children..
© Emily Dickinson
The Heaven Vests For Each
694The Heaven vests for EachIn that small DeityIt craved the grace to worshipSome bashful Summer's Day—Half shrinking from the GloryIt importuned to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sweetest Heresy Received
387The sweetest Heresy receivedThat Man and Woman know—Each Other's Convert—Though the Faith accommodate but Two—The Churches are so frequent—The..
© Emily Dickinson
This Merit Hath The Worst
979This Merit hath the worst—It cannot be again—When Fate hath taunted lastAnd thrown Her furthest Stone—The Maimed may pause, and breathe,And glance..
© Emily Dickinson
The Court Is Far Away
235The Court is far away—No Umpire—have I—My Sovereign is offended—To gain his grace—I'd die!I'll seek his royal feet—I'll say—Remember—King—Thou..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Her The Saints Retire
60Like her the Saints retire,In their Chapeaux of fire,Martial as she!Like her the Evenings stealPurple and CochinealAfter the..
© Emily Dickinson
What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer
592What care the Dead, for Chanticleer—What care the Dead for Day?'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face—And Purple Ribaldry—of MorningPour as blank..
© Emily Dickinson
While Asters&Mdash;
331While Asters—On the Hill—Their Everlasting fashions—set—And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
© Emily Dickinson
What Did They Do Since I Saw Them?
900What did They do since I saw Them?Were They industrious?So many questions to put ThemHave I the eagernessThat could I snatch Their FacesThat could..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold
538'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold—But then—Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling 'twas—Forget it—Lord—of Them—Let not my Witness..
© Emily Dickinson
e Met As Sparks—diverging Flints
958We met as Sparks—Diverging FlintsSent various—scattered ways—We parted as the Central FlintWere cloven with an Adze—Subsisting on the Light We..
© Emily Dickinson
Mute Thy Coronation
151Mute thy Coronation—Meek my Vive le roi,Fold a tiny courtierIn thine Ermine, Sir,There to rest reveringTill the pageant by,I can murmur..
© Emily Dickinson
They Put Us Far Apart
474They put Us far apart—As separate as SeaAnd Her unsown Peninsula—We signified "These see"—They took away our Eyes—They thwarted Us with Guns—"I..
© Emily Dickinson
This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees
805This Bauble was preferred of Bees—By Butterflies admiredAt Heavenly—Hopeless Distances—Was justified of Bird—Did Noon—enamel—in HerselfWas Summer..
© Emily Dickinson
They Leave Us With The Infinite
350They leave us with the Infinite.But He—is not a man—His fingers are the size of fists—His fists, the size of men—And whom he foundeth, with his..
© Emily Dickinson
Publication
Publication -- is the AuctionOf the Mind of Man --Poverty -- be justifyingFor so foul a thingPossibly -- but We -- would ratherFrom Our Garret..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Tolling Bell I Ask The Cause?
947Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?"A Soul has gone to Heaven"I'm answered in a lonesome tone—Is Heaven then a Prison?That Bells should ring till all..
© Emily Dickinson
No Crowd That Has Occurred
515No Crowd that has occurredExhibit—I supposeThat General AttendanceThat Resurrection—does—Circumference be full—The long restricted GraveAssert her..
© Emily Dickinson
She's Happy, With A New Content
535She's happy, with a new Content—That feels to her—like Sacrament—She's busy—with an altered Care—As just apprenticed to the Air—She's tearful—if..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate
894Of Consciousness, her awful MateThe Soul cannot be rid—As easy the secreting herBehind the Eyes of God.The deepest hid is sighted firstAnd scant..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men
796Who Giants know, with lesser MenAre incomplete, and shy—For Greatness, that is ill at easeIn minor Company—A Smaller, could not be perturbed—The..
© Emily Dickinson
This Dust, And Its Feature
936This Dust, and its Feature—Accredited—Today—Will in a second Future—Cease to identify—This Mind, and its measure—A too minute AreaFor its enlarged..
© Emily Dickinson