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").
New Feet Within My Garden Go
99New feet within my garden go—New fingers stir the sod—A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude.New children play upon the green—New Weary..
© Emily Dickinson
The Morning After Woe
364The Morning after Woe—'Tis frequently the Way—Surpasses all that rose before—For utter Jubilee—As Nature did not care—And piled her Blossoms..
© Emily Dickinson
I Keep My Pledge
46I keep my pledge.I was not called—Death did not notice me.I bring my Rose.I plight again,By every sainted Bee—By Daisy called from hillside—by..
© Emily Dickinson
Robbed By Death—but That Was Easy
971Robbed by Death—but that was easy—To the failing EyeI could hold the latest Glowing—Robbed by LibertyFor Her Jugular Defences—This, too, I..
© Emily Dickinson
What is—"Paradise"
215What is—"Paradise"—Who live there—Are they "Farmers"—Do they "hoe"—Do they know that this is "Amherst"—And that I—am coming—too—Do they wear "new..
© Emily Dickinson
Myself Was Formed—a Carpenter
488Myself was formed—a Carpenter—An unpretending timeMy Plane—and I, together wroughtBefore a Builder came—To measure our attainments—Had we the Art..
© Emily Dickinson
I Made Slow Riches But My Gain
843I made slow Riches but my GainWas steady as the SunAnd every Night, it numbered moreThan the preceding OneAll Days, I did not earn the sameBut my..
© Emily Dickinson
I Lived On Dread
770I lived on Dread—To Those who knowThe Stimulus there isIn Danger—Other impetusIs numb—and Vitalless—As 'twere a Spur—upon the Soul—A Fear will..
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountains—grow Unnoticed
757The Mountains—grow unnoticed—Their Purple figures riseWithout attempt—Exhaustion—Assistance—or Applause—In Their Eternal FacesThe Sun—with just..
© Emily Dickinson
They Dropped Like Flakes
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the luneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates
281'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—So over Horror, it half Captivates—The Soul stares after it, secure—A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—To scan a..
© Emily Dickinson
Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be
727Precious to Me—She still shall be—Though She forget the name I bear—The fashion of the Gown I wear—The very Color of My Hair—So like the..
© Emily Dickinson
This Is The Land The Sunset Washes
This is the land the sunset washes,These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;Where it rose, or whither it rushes,These are the western mystery!Night..
© Emily Dickinson
It Would Have Starved A Gnat
612It would have starved a Gnat—To live so small as I—And yet I was a living Child—With Food's necessityUpon me—like a Claw—I could no more..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul Unto Itself
The Soul unto itselfIs an imperial friend --Or the most agonizing Spy --An Enemy -- could send --Secure against its own --No treason it can fear..
© Emily Dickinson
The Truth—is Stirless
780The Truth—is stirless—Other force—may be presumed to move—This—then—is best for confidence—When oldest Cedars swerve—And Oaks untwist their..
© Emily Dickinson
When Night Is Almost Done
347When Night is almost done—And Sunrise grows so nearThat we can touch the Spaces—It's time to smooth the Hair—And get the Dimples ready—And wonder..
© Emily Dickinson
We Lose—because We Win
21We lose—because we win—Gamblers—recollecting whichToss their dice again!
© Emily Dickinson
So Much Summer
651So much SummerMe for showingIllegitimate—Would a Smile's minute bestowingToo exorbitantTo the LadyWith the GuineaLook—if She should knowCrumb of..
© Emily Dickinson
I Went To Heaven
I went to heaven,--'T was a small town,Lit with a ruby,Lathed with down.Stiller than the fieldsAt the full dew,Beautiful as picturesNo man..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared
73Who never lost, are unpreparedA Coronet to find!Who never thirstedFlagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league—Can such a foot..
© Emily Dickinson
If It Had No Pencil
921If it had no pencilWould it try mine—Worn—now—and dull—sweet,Writing much to thee.If it had no word,Would it make the Daisy,Most as big as I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cannot Buy It—'Tis Not Sold
840I cannot buy it—'tis not sold—There is no other in the World—Mine was the only oneI was so happy I forgotTo shut the Door And it went outAnd I am..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet
563I could not prove the Years had feet—Yet confident they runAm I, from symptoms that are pastAnd Series that are done—I find my feet have further..
© Emily Dickinson
The Dying Need But Little, Dear
The dying need but little, dear,--A glass of water's all,A flower's unobtrusive faceTo punctuate the wall,A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,And..
© Emily Dickinson