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").
The Fingers Of The Light
1000The Fingers of the LightTapped soft upon the TownWith "I am great and cannot waitSo therefore let me in.""You're soon," the Town replied,"My..
© Emily Dickinson
I Gained It So
359I gained it so—By Climbing slow—By Catching at the Twigs that growBetween the Bliss—and me—It hung so highAs well the SkyAttempt by Strategy—I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had Not Minded—walls
398I had not minded—Walls—Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I'd tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro'..
© Emily Dickinson
His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
916His Feet are shod with Gauze—His Helmet, is of Gold,His Breast, a Single OnyxWith Chrysophrase, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant—His Idleness—a..
© Emily Dickinson
The Luxury To Apprehend
815The Luxury to apprehendThe Luxury 'twould beTo look at Thee a single timeAn Epicure of MeIn whatsoever Presence makesTill for a further FoodI..
© Emily Dickinson
Partake As Doth The Bee
994Partake as doth the Bee,Abstemiously.The Rose is an Estate—In Sicily.
© Emily Dickinson
He Forgot—and I—remembered
203He forgot—and I—remembered—'Twas an everyday affair—Long ago as Christ and Peter—"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire.""Thou wert with him"—quoth..
© Emily Dickinson
Herein A Blossom Lies
899Herein a Blossom lies—A Sepulchre, between—Cross it, and overcome the Bee—Remain—'tis but a Rind.
© Emily Dickinson
! Come! My Dazzled Face
Me! Come! My dazzled faceIn such a shining place!Me! Hear! My foreign earThe sounds of welcome near!The saints shall meetOur bashful feet.My holiday..
© Emily Dickinson
e Outgrow Love, Like Other Things
887We outgrow love, like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer—Till it an Antique fashion shows—Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
© Emily Dickinson
Love—thou Art High
453Love—thou art high—I cannot climb thee—But, were it Two—Who know but we—Taking turns—at the Chimborazo—Ducal—at last—stand up by thee—Love—thou..
© Emily Dickinson
He Strained My Faith
497He strained my faith—Did he find it supple?Shook my strong trust—Did it then—yield?Hurled my belief—But—did he shatter—it?Racked—with suspense—Not..
© Emily Dickinson
When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins
633When Bells stop ringing—Church—beginsThe Positive—of Bells—When Cogs—stop—that's Circumference—The Ultimate—of Wheels.
© Emily Dickinson
If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now
256If I'm lost—nowThat I was found—Shall still my transport be—That once—on me—those Jasper GatesBlazed open—suddenly—That in my..
© Emily Dickinson
I Met A King This Afternoon!
166I met a King this afternoon!He had not on a Crown indeed,A little Palmleaf Hat was all,And he was barefoot, I'm afraid!But sure I am he Ermine..
© Emily Dickinson
Mine—by The Right Of The White Election!
528Mine—by the Right of the White Election!Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal!Mine—here—in Vision—and..
© Emily Dickinson
One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only
553One Crucifixion is recorded—only—How many beIs not affirmed of Mathematics—Or History—One Calvary—exhibited to Stranger—As many beAs persons—or..
© Emily Dickinson
Went Up A Year This Evening!
93Went up a year this evening!I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravoesThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful—as to the village—Tranquil—as to..
© Emily Dickinson
How Sick—to Wait—in Any Place—but Thine
368How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine—I knew last night—when someone tried to twine—Thinking—perhaps—that I looked tired—or alone—Or..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cross Till I Am Weary
550I cross till I am wearyA Mountain—in my mind—More Mountains—then a Sea—More Seas—And thenA Desert—find—And My Horizon blocksWith..
© Emily Dickinson
The Malay—took The Pearl
452The Malay—took the Pearl—Not—I—the Earl—I—feared the Sea—too muchUnsanctified—to touch—Praying that I might beWorthy—the Destiny—The Swarthy..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping
152The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!The Hills to meet him rose!On his side, what Transaction!On their side, what Repose!Deeper and deeper grew the..
© Emily Dickinson
Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling
314Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—Sometimes—scalps a Tree—Her Green People recollect itWhen they do not die—Fainter Leaves—to Further..
© Emily Dickinson
hree Times—we Parted—breath—and I
598Three times—we parted—Breath—and I—Three times—He would not go—But strove to stir the lifeless FanThe Waters—strove to stay.Three Times—the..
© Emily Dickinson
If Recollecting Were Forgetting
33If recollecting were forgetting,Then I remember not.And if forgetting, recollecting,How near I had forgot.And if to miss, were merry,And to mourn..
© Emily Dickinson