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").
Longing is like the Seed
Longing is like the SeedThat wrestles in the Ground,Believing if it intercedeIt shall at length be found.The Hour, and the Clime -Each Circumstance..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Court Obtain Within Himself
803Who Court obtain within HimselfSees every Man a King—And Poverty of MonarchyIs an interior thing—No Man deposeWhom Fate Ordain—And Who can add a..
© Emily Dickinson
So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
752So the Eyes accost—and sunderIn an Audience—Stamped—occasionally—forever—So may CountenanceEntertain—without addressingCountenance of OneIn a..
© Emily Dickinson
Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room
641Size circumscribes—it has no roomFor petty furniture—The Giant tolerates no GnatFor Ease of Gianture—Repudiates it, all the more—Because intrinsic..
© Emily Dickinson
I Want—it Pleaded—all Its Life
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—I want—was chief it saidWhen Skill entreated it—the last—And when so newly dead—I could not deem it late—to hearThat..
© Emily Dickinson
The Grace—myself—might Not Obtain
707The Grace—Myself—might not obtain—Confer upon My flower—Refracted but a Countenance—For I—inhabit Her—
© Emily Dickinson
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
755No Bobolink—reverse His SingingWhen the only TreeEver He minded occupyingBy the Farmer be—Clove to the Root—His Spacious Future—Best..
© Emily Dickinson
Ideals Are The Fairly Oil
983Ideals are the Fairly OilWith which we help the WheelBut when the Vital Axle turnsThe Eye rejects the Oil.
© Emily Dickinson
Of Brussels—it Was Not
Of Brussels—it was not—Of Kidderminster? Nay—The Winds did buy it of the Woods—They—sold it unto meIt was a gentle price—The poorest—could afford—It..
© Emily Dickinson
Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled
681Soil of Flint, if steady tilled—Will refund by Hand—Seed of Palm, by Libyan SunFructified in Sand—
© Emily Dickinson
The Night Was Wide, And Furnished Scant
589The Night was wide, and furnished scantWith but a single Star—That often as a Cloud it met—Blew out itself—for fear—The Wind pursued the little..
© Emily Dickinson
I Sing To Use The Waiting
850I sing to use the WaitingMy Bonnet but to tieAnd shut the Door unto my HouseNo more to do have ITill His best step approachingWe journey to the..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is A Shame Of Nobleness
551There is a Shame of Nobleness—Confronting Sudden Pelf—A finer Shame of Ecstasy—Convicted of Itself—A best Disgrace—a Brave Man..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes
183I've heard an Organ talk, sometimesIn a Cathedral Aisle,And understood no word it said—Yet held my breath, the while—And risen up—and gone away,A..
© Emily Dickinson
'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know
224I've nothing else—to bring, You know—So I keep bringing These—Just as the Night keeps fetching StarsTo our familiar eyes—Maybe, we shouldn't mind..
© Emily Dickinson
These Tested Our Horizon
886These tested Our Horizon—Then disappearedAs Birds before achievingA Latitude.Our Retrospection of ThemA fixed Delight,But our AnticipationA Dice—a..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is A Morn By Men Unseen
24There is a morn by men unseen—Whose maids upon remoter greenKeep their Seraphic May—And all day long, with dance and game,And gambol I may never..
© Emily Dickinson
Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test
823Not that We did, shall be the testWhen Act and Will are doneBut what Our Lord infers We wouldHad We diviner been—
© Emily Dickinson
The Lamp Burns Sure—within
233The Lamp burns sure—within—Tho' Serfs—supply the Oil—It matters not the busy Wick—At her phosphoric toil!The Slave—forgets—to fill—The Lamp—burns..
© Emily Dickinson
Severer Service Of Myself
786Severer Service of myselfI—hastened to demandTo fill the awful VacuumYour life had left behind—I worried Nature with my WheelsWhen Hers had ceased..
© Emily Dickinson
My Best Acquaintances Are Those
932My best Acquaintances are thoseWith Whom I spoke no Word—The Stars that stated come to TownEsteemed Me never rudeAlthough to their Celestial CallI..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red
595Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the RedAt Bases of the Trees—The far Theatricals of DayExhibiting—to These—'Twas Universe—that did applaud—While..
© Emily Dickinson
The Tint I Cannot Take—is Best
627The Tint I cannot take—is best—The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar—A Guinea at a sight—The fine—impalpable Array—That swaggers on..
© Emily Dickinson
Morns Like These—we Parted
27Morns like these—we parted—Noons like these—she rose—Fluttering first—then firmerTo her fair repose.Never did she lisp it—It was not for me—She—was..
© Emily Dickinson
This Was In The White Of The Year
995This was in the White of the Year—That—was in the Green—Drifts were as difficult then to thinkAs Daisies now to be seen—Looking back is best that..
© Emily Dickinson