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").

An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.Through all the flimsy things we see at onceAs easily as through a..

© Edgar Allan Poe

A Valentine

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling liesUpon the..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Eulalie

I dwelt aloneIn a world of moan,And my soul was a stagnant tide,Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-Till the yellow-haired..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Dreams

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!My spirit not awakening, till the beamOf an Eternity should bring the morrow.Yes! tho' that long dream..

© Edgar Allan Poe

The City In The Sea

Lo! Death has reared himself a throneIn a strange city lying aloneFar down within the dim West,Where the good and the bad and the worst and the..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Dreamland

By a route obscure and lonely,Haunted by ill angels only,Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,On a black throne reigns upright,I have reached these lands..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Bridal Ballad

The ring is on my hand,And the wreath is on my brow;Satin and jewels grandAre all at my command,And I am happy now.And my lord he loves me well;But..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Evening Star

'Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,'Mid planets her..

© Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream

In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed-But a waking dream of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted.Ah! what is not a dream by..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Eldorado

Gaily bedight,A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,Had journeyed long,Singing a song,In search of Eldorado.But he grew old-This knight so..

© Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were; I have not seenAs others saw; I could not bringMy passions from a common spring.From the same..

© Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she..

© Edgar Allan Poe

Silence is all we dread

Silence is all we dread.There's Ransom in a Voice -But Silence is Infinity.Himself have not a face.

© Emily Dickinson

It sounded as if the Streets were running

It sounded as if the Streets were runningAnd then - the Streets stood still -Eclipse - was all we could see at the WindowAnd Awe - was all we could..

© Emily Dickinson

I Bet With Every Wind That Blew

I bet with every Wind that blewTill Nature in chagrinEmployed a Fact to visit meAnd scuttle my Balloon

© Emily Dickinson

How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights

How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -When people have put out the LightsAnd everything that has an InnCloses the shutter and goes in -How pompous..

© Emily Dickinson

A Spider sewed at Night

A Spider sewed at NightWithout a LightUpon an Arc of White.If Ruff it was of DameOr Shroud of GnomeHimself himself inform.Of ImmortalityHis..

© Emily Dickinson

Best Witchcraft is Geometry

Best Witchcraft is GeometryTo the magician's mind -His ordinary acts are featsTo thinking of mankind.

© Emily Dickinson

As old as Woe

As old as Woe -How old is that?Some eighteen thousand years -As old as BlissHow old is thatThey are of equal yearsTogether chiefest they ard foundBut..

© Emily Dickinson

'Tomorrow' - whose location

'Tomorrow' - whose locationThe Wise deceivesThough its hallucinationIs last that leaves -Tomorrow - thou RetrieverOf every tare -Of Alibi art thouOr..

© Emily Dickinson

I thought the Train would never come

I thought the Train would never come -How slow the whistle sang -I don't believe a peevish BirdSo whimpered for the Spring -I taught my Heart a..

© Emily Dickinson

A train went through a burial gate

A train went through a burial gate,A bird broke forth and sang,And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throatTill all the churchyard rang;And then..

© Emily Dickinson

ot Sickness stains the Brave

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

© Emily Dickinson