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 Court Is Far Away
235The Court is far away—No Umpire—have I—My Sovereign is offended—To gain his grace—I'd die!I'll seek his royal feet—I'll say—Remember—King—Thou..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Her The Saints Retire
60Like her the Saints retire,In their Chapeaux of fire,Martial as she!Like her the Evenings stealPurple and CochinealAfter the..
© Emily Dickinson
What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer
592What care the Dead, for Chanticleer—What care the Dead for Day?'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face—And Purple Ribaldry—of MorningPour as blank..
© Emily Dickinson
While Asters&Mdash;
331While Asters—On the Hill—Their Everlasting fashions—set—And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
© Emily Dickinson
What Did They Do Since I Saw Them?
900What did They do since I saw Them?Were They industrious?So many questions to put ThemHave I the eagernessThat could I snatch Their FacesThat could..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold
538'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold—But then—Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling 'twas—Forget it—Lord—of Them—Let not my Witness..
© Emily Dickinson
e Met As Sparks—diverging Flints
958We met as Sparks—Diverging FlintsSent various—scattered ways—We parted as the Central FlintWere cloven with an Adze—Subsisting on the Light We..
© Emily Dickinson
Mute Thy Coronation
151Mute thy Coronation—Meek my Vive le roi,Fold a tiny courtierIn thine Ermine, Sir,There to rest reveringTill the pageant by,I can murmur..
© Emily Dickinson
They Put Us Far Apart
474They put Us far apart—As separate as SeaAnd Her unsown Peninsula—We signified "These see"—They took away our Eyes—They thwarted Us with Guns—"I..
© Emily Dickinson
This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees
805This Bauble was preferred of Bees—By Butterflies admiredAt Heavenly—Hopeless Distances—Was justified of Bird—Did Noon—enamel—in HerselfWas Summer..
© Emily Dickinson
They Leave Us With The Infinite
350They leave us with the Infinite.But He—is not a man—His fingers are the size of fists—His fists, the size of men—And whom he foundeth, with his..
© Emily Dickinson
Publication
Publication -- is the AuctionOf the Mind of Man --Poverty -- be justifyingFor so foul a thingPossibly -- but We -- would ratherFrom Our Garret..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Tolling Bell I Ask The Cause?
947Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?"A Soul has gone to Heaven"I'm answered in a lonesome tone—Is Heaven then a Prison?That Bells should ring till all..
© Emily Dickinson
No Crowd That Has Occurred
515No Crowd that has occurredExhibit—I supposeThat General AttendanceThat Resurrection—does—Circumference be full—The long restricted GraveAssert her..
© Emily Dickinson
She's Happy, With A New Content
535She's happy, with a new Content—That feels to her—like Sacrament—She's busy—with an altered Care—As just apprenticed to the Air—She's tearful—if..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate
894Of Consciousness, her awful MateThe Soul cannot be rid—As easy the secreting herBehind the Eyes of God.The deepest hid is sighted firstAnd scant..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men
796Who Giants know, with lesser MenAre incomplete, and shy—For Greatness, that is ill at easeIn minor Company—A Smaller, could not be perturbed—The..
© Emily Dickinson
This Dust, And Its Feature
936This Dust, and its Feature—Accredited—Today—Will in a second Future—Cease to identify—This Mind, and its measure—A too minute AreaFor its enlarged..
© Emily Dickinson
The Guest Is Gold And Crimson
15The Guest is gold and crimson—An Opal guest and gray—Of Ermine is his doublet—His Capuchin gay—He reaches town at nightfall—He stops at every..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is An Arid Pleasure
782There is an arid Pleasure—As different from Joy—As Frost is different from Dew—Like element—are they—Yet one—rejoices Flowers—And one—the Flowers..
© Emily Dickinson
The Red—blaze—is The Morning
469The Red—Blaze—is the Morning—The Violet—is Noon—The Yellow—Day—is falling—And after that—is none—But Miles of Sparks—at Evening—Reveal the Width..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee
881I've none to tell me to but TheeSo when Thou failest, nobody.It was a little tie—It just held Two, nor those it heldSince Somewhere thy sweet Face..
© Emily Dickinson
The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film
The thought beneath so slight a filmIs more distincly seen, --As laces just reveal the surge,Or mists the Apennine.
© Emily Dickinson
The White Heat
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door --Red -- is the Fire's common tint --But when the vivid OreHas vanquished Flame's..
© Emily Dickinson
No Matter—now—sweet
704No matter—now—Sweet—But when I'm Earl—Won't you wish you'd spokenTo that dull Girl?Trivial a Word—just—Trivial—a Smile—But won't you wish you'd..
© Emily Dickinson