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").
Had we our senses
Had we our sensesBut perhaps 'tis well they're not at HomeSo intimate with MadnessHe's liable with themHad we the eyes without our Head—How well that..
© Emily Dickinson
I Would Distil A Cup
16I would distil a cup,And bear to all my friends,Drinking to her no more astir,By beck, or burn, or moor!
© Emily Dickinson
It Would Never Be Common—more—i Said
430It would never be Common—more—I said—Difference—had begun—Many a bitterness—had been—But that old sort—was done—Or—if it sometime—showed—as..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Took Up The Northern Things
The Wind took up the Northern ThingsAnd piled them in the south -Then gave the East unto the WestAnd opening his mouthThe four Divisions of the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Spry Arms Of The Wind
The spry Arms of the WindIf I could crawl betweenI have an errand imminentTo an adjoining Zone -I should not care to stopMy Process is not longThe..
© Emily Dickinson
All Men For Honor Hardest Work
All men for Honor hardest workBut are not known to earn -Paid after they have ceased to workIn Infamy or Urn
© Emily Dickinson
The Going From A World We Know
The going from a world we knowTo one a wonder stillIs like the child's adversityWhose vista is a hill,Behind the hill is sorceryAnd everything..
© Emily Dickinson
A little Madness in the Spring
A little Madness in the SpringIs wholesome even for the King,But God be with the Clown -Who ponders this tremendous scene -This whole Experiment of..
© Emily Dickinson
I Noticed People Disappeared
I noticed People disappearedWhen but a little child -Supposed they visited remoteOr settled Regions wild -But did because they diedA Fact withheld..
© Emily Dickinson
From The Chrysalis
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,I'm feeling for the air;A dim capacity for wingsDegrades the dress I wear.A power of butterfly must beThe aptitude..
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly In Honored Dust
The Butterfly in honored DustAssuredly will lieBut none will pass the CatacombSo chastened as the Fly
© Emily Dickinson
Declaiming Waters None May Dread
Declaiming Waters none may dread -But Waters that are stillAre so for that most fatal causeIn Nature - they are full
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly Obtains
The butterfly obtainsBut little sympathyThough favorably mentionedIn Entomology -Because he travels freelyAnd wears a proper coatThe circumspect are..
© Emily Dickinson
Proud Of My Broken Heart
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.Proud of the pain, I did not feel? till thee.Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't..
© Emily Dickinson
The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star
The Road was lit with Moon and star -The Trees were bright and still -Descried I - by the distant LightA Traveller on a Hill -To magic..
© Emily Dickinson
If Nature Smiles - The Mother Must
If Nature smiles - the Mother mustI'm sure, at many a whimOf Her eccentric Family -Is She so much to blame?
© Emily Dickinson
An Antiquated Tree
An Antiquated TreeIs cherished of the CrowBecause that Junior Foliage is disrespectful nowTo venerable BirdsWhose Corporation CoatWould decorate..
© Emily Dickinson
he Words The Happy Say
The words the happy sayAre paltry melodyBut those the silent feelAre beautiful—
© Emily Dickinson
I Have No Life But This
I have no life but this,To lead it here;Nor any death, but lestDispelled from there;Nor tie to earths to come,Nor action new,Except through this..
© Emily Dickinson
The Words The Happy Say
The words the happy sayAre paltry melodyBut those the silent feelAre beautiful—
© Emily Dickinson
I Have No Life But This
I have no life but this,To lead it here;Nor any death, but lestDispelled from there;Nor tie to earths to come,Nor action new,Except through this..
© Emily Dickinson
Reverse Cannot Befall
395Reverse cannot befallThat fine ProsperityWhose Sources are interior—As soon—AdversityA Diamond—overtakeIn far—Bolivian Ground—Misfortune hath no..
© Emily Dickinson
On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn
940On that dear Frame the Years had wornYet precious as the HouseIn which We first experienced LightThe Witnessing, to Us—Precious! It was..
© Emily Dickinson
This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago
778This that would greet—an hour ago—Is quaintest Distance—now—Had it a Guest from Paradise—Nor glow, would it, nor bow—Had it a notice from the..
© Emily Dickinson