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").
The Heart Has Narrow Banks
928The Heart has narrow BanksIt measures like the SeaIn mighty—unremitting BassAnd Blue MonotonyTill Hurricane bisectAnd as itself discernsIts..
© Emily Dickinson
The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot
423The Months have ends—the Years—a knot—No Power can untieTo stretch a little furtherA Skein of Misery—The Earth lays back these tired livesIn her..
© Emily Dickinson
When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
222When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,When Katie kneels, their loving hands..
© Emily Dickinson
No Other Can Reduce
982No Other can reduceOur mortal ConsequenceLike the remembering it be noughtA Period from henceBut Contemplation forContemporaneous NoughtOur Single..
© Emily Dickinson
Let Us Play Yesterday
728Let Us play Yesterday—I—the Girl at school—You—and Eternity—theUntold Tale—Easing my famineAt my Lexicon—Logarithm—had I—for Drink—'Twas a dry..
© Emily Dickinson
The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487)
The Savior must have beenA docile Gentleman—To come so far so cold a DayFor little Fellowmen—The Road to BethlehemSince He and I were BoysWas..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ll Send The Feather From My Hat!
687I'll send the feather from my Hat!Who knows—but at the sight of thatMy Sovereign will relent?As trinket—worn by faded Child—Confronting eyes..
© Emily Dickinson
My First Well Day—since Many Ill
574My first well Day—since many ill—I asked to go abroad,And take the Sunshine in my hands,And see the things in Pod—A 'blossom just when I went inTo..
© Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee
961Wert Thou but ill—that I might show theeHow long a Day I could endureThough thine attention stop not on meNor the least signal, Me assure—Wert..
© Emily Dickinson
They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day
874They won't frown always—some sweet DayWhen I forget to tease—They'll recollect how cold I lookedAnd how I just said "Please."Then They will hasten..
© Emily Dickinson
Just As He Spoke It From His Hands
848Just as He spoke it from his HandsThis Edifice remain—A Turret more, a Turret lessDishonor his Design—According as his skill preferIt perish, or..
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin For The Crumb
864The Robin for the CrumbReturns no syllableBut long records the Lady's nameIn Silver Chronicle.
© Emily Dickinson
The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me
493The World—stands—solemner—to me—Since I was wed—to Him—A modesty befits the soulThat bears another's—name—A doubt—if it be fair—indeed—To wear..
© Emily Dickinson
If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would
407If What we could—were what we would—Criterion—be small—It is the Ultimate of Talk—The Impotence to Tell—
© Emily Dickinson
Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe
896Of Silken Speech and Specious ShoeA Traitor is the BeeHis service to the newest GracePresent continuallyHis Suit a chanceHis Troth a..
© Emily Dickinson
If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
358If any sink, assure that this, now standing—Failed like Themselves—and conscious that it rose—Grew by the Fact, and not the UnderstandingHow..
© Emily Dickinson
Removed From Accident Of Loss
424Removed from Accident of LossBy Accident of GainBefalling not my simple Days—Myself had just to earn—Of Riches—as unconsciousAs is the Brown..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Customary As We Part
440'Tis customary as we partA trinket—to confer—It helps to stimulate the faithWhen Lovers be afar—'Tis various—as the various..
© Emily Dickinson
avior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell
217Savior! I've no one else to tell—And so I trouble thee.I am the one forgot thee so—Dost thou remember me?Nor, for myself, I came so far—That were..
© Emily Dickinson
Ribbons Of The Year
873Ribbons of the Year—Multitude Brocade—Worn to Nature's Party onceThen, as flung asideAs a faded BeadOr a Wrinkled PearlWho shall charge the..
© Emily Dickinson
Where Bells No More Affright The Morn
112Where bells no more affright the morn—Where scrabble never comes—Where very nimble GentlemenAre forced to keep their rooms—Where tired Children..
© Emily Dickinson
The Heaven Vests For Each
694The Heaven vests for EachIn that small DeityIt craved the grace to worshipSome bashful Summer's Day—Half shrinking from the GloryIt importuned to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sweetest Heresy Received
387The sweetest Heresy receivedThat Man and Woman know—Each Other's Convert—Though the Faith accommodate but Two—The Churches are so frequent—The..
© Emily Dickinson
This Merit Hath The Worst
979This Merit hath the worst—It cannot be again—When Fate hath taunted lastAnd thrown Her furthest Stone—The Maimed may pause, and breathe,And glance..
© Emily Dickinson