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").
Heavenly Father
'Heavenly Father' - take to theeThe supreme iniquityFashioned by thy candid HandIn a moment contraband -Though to trust us - seems to usMore..
© Emily Dickinson
What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So
186What shall I do—it whimpers so—This little Hound within the HeartAll day and night with bark and start—And yet, it will not go—Would you untie it..
© Emily Dickinson
She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc
798She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc—Debated—Rose again—This time—beyond the estimateOf Envy, or of Men—And now, among Circumference—Her steady..
© Emily Dickinson
he Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop
481The Himmaleh was known to stoopUnto the Daisy low—Transported with CompassionThat such a Doll should growWhere Tent by Tent—Her UniverseHung out..
© Emily Dickinson
There Are Two Ripenings—one—of Sight
332There are two Ripenings—one—of sight—Whose forces Spheric windUntil the Velvet productDrop spicy to the ground—A homelier maturing—A process in..
© Emily Dickinson
Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea
212Least Rivers—docile to some sea.My Caspian—thee.
© Emily Dickinson
They Have A Little Odor—that To Me
785They have a little Odor—that to meIs metre—nay—'tis melody—And spiciest at fading—indicate—A Habit—of a Laureate—
© Emily Dickinson
Of Tribulation, These Are They
325Of Tribulation, these are They,Denoted by the White—The Spangled Gowns, a lesser RankOf Victors—designate—All these—did conquer—But the ones who..
© Emily Dickinson
Judgment is justest
Judgment is justestWhen the Judged,His action laid away,Divested is of every DiskBut his sincerity.Honor is then the safest hueIn a posthumous Sun..
© Emily Dickinson
Drowning is not so pitiful
Drowning is not so pitifulAs the attempt to rise.Three times, 't is said, a sinking manComes up to face the skies,And then declines foreverTo that..
© Emily Dickinson
A Word dropped careless on a Page
A Word dropped careless on a PageMay stimulate an eyeWhen folded in perpetual seamThe Wrinkled Maker lieInfection in the sentence breedsWe may inhale..
© Emily Dickinson
Not any sunny tone
Not any sunny toneFrom any fervent zoneFind entrance there -Better a grave of BalmToward human nature's home -And Robins near -Than a stupendous..
© Emily Dickinson
On my volcano grows the Grass
On my volcano grows the GrassA meditative spot -An acre for a Bird to chooseWould be the General thought -How red the Fire rocks below -How insecure..
© Emily Dickinson
Kill Your Balm—and Its Odors Bless You
238Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you—Bare your Jessamine—to the storm—And she will fling her maddest perfume—Haply—your Summer night to..
© Emily Dickinson
High From The Earth I Heard A Bird
High from the earth I heard a bird;He trod upon the treesAs he esteemed them trifles,And then he spied a breeze,And situated softlyUpon a pile of..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions
A Sickness of this World it most occasionsWhen Best Men die.A Wishfulness their far ConditionTo occupy.A Chief indifference, as ForeignA World must..
© Emily Dickinson
The Battlefield
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the JuneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the..
© Emily Dickinson
There comes a warning like a spy
There comes a warning like a spyA shorter breath of DayA stealing that is not a stealthAnd Summers are away
© Emily Dickinson
Escape is such a thankful Word
Escape is such a thankful WordI often in the NightConsider it unto myselfNo spectacle in sightEscape - it is the BasketIn which the Heart is..
© Emily Dickinson
I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick
708I sometimes drop it, for a Quick—The Thought to be alive—Anonymous Delight to know—And Madder—to conceive—Consoles a Woe so monstrousThat did it..
© Emily Dickinson
Low At My Problem Bending
69Low at my problem bending,Another problem comes—Larger than mine—Serener—Involving statelier sums.I check my busy pencil,My figures file..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Anguish Grander Than Delight
984'Tis Anguish grander than Delight'Tis Resurrection Pain—The meeting Bands of smitten FaceWe questioned to, again.'Tis Transport wild as thrills..
© Emily Dickinson
They Ask But Our Delight
868They ask but our Delight—The Darlings of the SoilAnd grant us all their CountenanceFor a penurious smile.
© Emily Dickinson
Are Friends Delight Or Pain
Are Friends Delight or Pain?Could Bounty but remainRiches were good -But if they only stayAmpler to fly awayRiches are sad.
© Emily Dickinson
These—saw Visions
758These—saw Visions—Latch them softly—These—held Dimples—Smooth them slow—This—addressed departing accents—Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—This—We..
© Emily Dickinson