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").
Train
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, stepAround a pile of mountains,And..
© Emily Dickinson
Although I Put Away His Life
366Although I put away his life—An Ornament too grandFor Forehead low as mine, to wear,This might have been the HandThat sowed the flower, he..
© Emily Dickinson
Did Our Best Moment Last
393Did Our Best Moment last—'Twould supersede the Heaven—A few—and they by Risk—procure—So this Sort—are not given—Except as stimulants—inCases of..
© Emily Dickinson
Unable Are The Loved To Die
809Unable are the Loved to dieFor Love is Immortality,Nay, it is Deity—Unable they that love—to dieFor Love reforms VitalityInto Divinity.
© Emily Dickinson
There Is No Frigate Like A Book
There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry.This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress..
© Emily Dickinson
An Ignorance A Sunset
552An ignorance a SunsetConfer upon the Eye—Of Territory—Color—Circumference—Decay—Its Amber RevelationExhilirate—Debase—Omnipotence' inspectionOf..
© Emily Dickinson
All These My Banners Be
22All these my banners be.I sow my pageantryIn May—It rises train by train—Then sleeps in state again—My chancel—all the plainToday.To lose—if one..
© Emily Dickinson
How Happy Is The Little Stone
1510How happy is the little StoneThat rambles in the Road alone,And doesn't care about CareersAnd Exigencies never fears—Whose Coat of elemental..
© Emily Dickinson
Besides The Autumn Poets Sing
131Besides the Autumn poets singA few prosaic daysA little this side of the snowAnd that side of the Haze—A few incisive Mornings—A few Ascetic..
© Emily Dickinson
A South Wind&Mdash;Has A Pathos
719A South Wind—has a pathosOf individual Voice—As One detect on LandingsAn Emigrant's address.A Hint of Ports and Peoples—And much not..
© Emily Dickinson
Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant
Death sets a thing significantThe eye had hurried by,Except a perished creatureEntreat us tenderlyTo ponder little workmanshipsIn crayon or in..
© Emily Dickinson
As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night
960As plan for Noon and plan for NightSo differ Life and DeathIn positive Prospective—The Foot upon the EarthAt Distance, and Achievement..
© Emily Dickinson
Finding Is The First Act
870Finding is the first ActThe second, loss,Third, Expedition forThe "Golden Fleece"Fourth, no Discovery—Fifth, no Crew—Finally, no Golden..
© Emily Dickinson
You'Ll Know It—as You Know 'Tis Noon
420You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon—By Glory—As you do the Sun—By Glory—As you will in Heaven—Know God the Father—and the Son.By intuition..
© Emily Dickinson
I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -A ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst,The news like squirrels ran.The hills untied their bonnets,The..
© Emily Dickinson
Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act
997Crumbling is not an instant's ActA fundamental pauseDilapidation's processesAre organized Decays.'Tis first a Cobweb on the SoulA Cuticle of DustA..
© Emily Dickinson
Funny—to Be A Century
345Funny—to be a Century—And see the People—going by—I—should die of the Oddity—But then—I'm not so staid—as He—He keeps His Secrets safely—very—Were..
© Emily Dickinson
s By The Dead We Love To Sit
88As by the dead we love to sit,Become so wondrous dear—As for the lost we grappleTho' all the rest are here—In broken mathematicsWe estimate our..
© Emily Dickinson
Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It
503Better—than Music! For I—who heard it—I was used—to the Birds—before—This—was different—'Twas Translation—Of all tunes I knew—and more—'Twasn't..
© Emily Dickinson
Departed To The Judgment
Departed to the judgment,A mighty afternoon;Great clouds like ushers leaning,Creation looking on.The flesh surrendered, cancelledThe bodiless..
© Emily Dickinson
As Everywhere Of Silver
884As Everywhere of SilverWith Ropes of SandTo keep it from effacingThe Track called Land.
© Emily Dickinson
Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting
748Autumn—overlooked my Knitting—Dyes—said He—have I—Could disparage a Flamingo—Show Me them—said I—Cochineal—I chose—for deemingIt resemble Thee—And..
© Emily Dickinson
All Forgot For Recollecting
966All forgot for recollectingJust a paltry One—All forsook, for just a Stranger'sNew Accompanying—Grace of Wealth, and Grace of StationLess..
© Emily Dickinson
The Bustle In A House
The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,--The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall..
© Emily Dickinson
Bereavement In Their Death To Feel
645Bereavement in their death to feelWhom We have never seen—A Vital Kinsmanship importOur Soul and theirs—between—For Stranger—Strangers do not..
© Emily Dickinson