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").

How Human Nature dotes

How Human Nature dotesOn what it can't detect.The moment that a Plot is plumbedProspective is extinct -Prospective is the friendReserved for us to..

© Emily Dickinson

By homely gift and hindered Words

By homely gift and hindered WordsThe human heart is toldOf Nothing -'Nothing' is the forceThat renovates the World

© Emily Dickinson

Whether they have forgotten

Whether they have forgottenOr are forgetting nowOr never remembered -Safer not to know -Miseries of conjectureAre a softer woeThan a Fact of..

© Emily Dickinson

Not Sickness stains the Brave

Not Sickness stains the Brave,Nor any Dart,Nor Doubt of Scene to come,But an adjourning Heart

© Emily Dickinson

Too cold is this

Too cold is thisTo warm with Sun -Too stiff to bended be,To joint this Agate were a work -Outstaring Masonry -How went the Agile Kernel outContusion..

© Emily Dickinson

Warm in her Hand these accents lie

Warm in her Hand these accents lieWhile faithful and afarThe Grace so awkward for her sakeIts fond subjection wear

© Emily Dickinson

Oh Shadow on the Grass

Oh Shadow on the Grass,Art thou a Step or not?Go make thee fair my CandidateMy nominated Heart -Oh Shadow on the GrassWhile I delay to guessSome..

© Emily Dickinson

These Fevered Days - to take them to the Forest

These Fevered Days - to take them to the ForestWhere Waters cool around the mosses crawl -And shade is all that devastates the stillnessSeems it..

© Emily Dickinson

Remembrance has a Rear and Front

Remembrance has a Rear and Front -'Tis something like a House -It has a Garret alsoFor Refuse and the Mouse.Besides the deepest CellarThat ever Mason..

© Emily Dickinson

The reticent volcano keeps

The reticent volcano keepsHis never slumbering plan -Confided are his projects pinkTo no precarious man.If nature will not tell the taleJehovah told..

© Emily Dickinson

I am afraid to own a Body

I am afraid to own a Body -I am afraid to own a Soul -Profound - precarious Property -Possession, not optional -Double Estate - entailed at..

© Emily Dickinson

he grave my little cottage is

The grave my little cottage is,Where 'Keeping house' for theeI make my parlor orderlyAnd lay the marble tea.For two divided, briefly,A cycle, it may..

© Emily Dickinson

The Hills in Purple syllables

The Hills in Purple syllablesThe Day's Adventures tellTo little Groups of ContinentsJust going Home from School.

© Emily Dickinson

The Hills erect their Purple Heads

The Hills erect their Purple HeadsThe Rivers lean to seeYet Man has not of all the ThrongA Curiosity.

© Emily Dickinson

Exhilaration is the Breeze

Exhilaration is the BreezeThat lifts us from the GroundAnd leaves us in another placeWhose statement is not found -Returns us not, but after timeWe..

© Emily Dickinson

When a Lover is a Beggar

When a Lover is a BeggarAbject is his Knee -When a Lover is an OwnerDifferent is he -What he begged is then the Beggar -Oh disparity -Bread of Heaven..

© Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have

If all the griefs I am to haveWould only come today,I am so happy I believeThey'd laugh and run away.If all the joys I am to haveWould only come..

© Emily Dickinson

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,No Ear, no Door,No Apprehension of AnotherOh, Happy Air!Ethereal Guest at e'en an Outcast's Pillow -Essential Host..

© Emily Dickinson

Tell as a Marksman - were forgotten

Tell as a Marksman - were forgottenTell - this Day enduresRuddy as that coeval AppleThe Tradition bears -Fresh as Mankind that humble storyThough a..

© Emily Dickinson

Praise it - 'tis dead

Praise it - 'tis dead -It cannot glow -Warm this inclement EarWith the encomium it earnedSince it was gathered here -Invest this alabaster ZestIn the..

© Emily Dickinson

Ended, ere it begun

Ended, ere it begun -The Title was scarcely toldWhen the Preface perished from ConsciousnessThe Story, unrevealed -Had it been mine, to print!Had it..

© Emily Dickinson

Revolution is the Pod

Revolution is the PodSystems rattle fromWhen the Winds of Will are stirredExcellent is BloomBut except its Russet BaseEvery Summer beThe Entomber of..

© Emily Dickinson

To the bright east she flies

To the bright east she flies,Brothers of ParadiseRemit her home,Without a change of wings,Or Love's convenient things,Enticed to come.Fashioning what..

© Emily Dickinson

Glory is that bright tragic thing

Glory is that bright tragic thingThat for an instantMeans Dominion -Warms some poor nameThat never felt the Sun,Gently replacingIn oblivion

© Emily Dickinson

Let me not mar that perfect Dream

Let me not mar that perfect DreamBy an Auroral stainBut so adjust my daily NightThat it will come again.Not when we know, the Power accosts -The..

© Emily Dickinson