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").
Many Cross The Rhine
123Many cross the RhineIn this cup of mine.Sip old Frankfort airFrom my brown Cigar.
© Emily Dickinson
When Diamonds Are A Legend
397When Diamonds are a Legend,And Diadems—a Tale—I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,Do sow, and Raise for sale—And tho' I'm scarce accounted,My Art, a..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Not Drink It, Sweet
818I could not drink it, Sweet,Till You had tasted first,Though cooler than the Water wasThe Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
© Emily Dickinson
The World—stands—solemner—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
There Is A Languor Of The Life
396There is a Languor of the LifeMore imminent than Pain—'Tis Pain's Successor—When the SoulHas suffered all it can—A Drowsiness—diffuses—A Dimness..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Occupies This House?
892Who occupies this House?A Stranger I must judgeSince No one know His Circumstance—'Tis well the name and ageAre writ upon the DoorOr I should fear..
© Emily Dickinson
One Blessing Had I Than The Rest
756One Blessing had I than the restSo larger to my EyesThat I stopped gauging—satisfied—For this enchanted size—It was the limit of my Dream—The..
© Emily Dickinson
The Veins Of Other Flowers
811The Veins of other FlowersThe Scarlet Flowers areTill Nature leisure has for TermsAs "Branch," and "Jugular."We pass, and she abides.We conjugate..
© Emily Dickinson
How firm Eternity must look
How firm Eternity must lookTo crumbling men like meThe only Adamant EstateIn all Identity -How mighty to the insecureThy PhysiognomyTo whom not any..
© Emily Dickinson
There's Something Quieter Than Sleep
45There's something quieter than sleepWithin this inner room!It wears a sprig upon its breast—And will not tell its name.Some touch it, and some kiss..
© Emily Dickinson
So Proud She Was To Die
So proud she was to dieIt made us all ashamedThat what we cherished, so unknownTo her desire seemed.So satisfied to goWhere none of us should..
© Emily Dickinson
The Day Undressed&Mdash;Herself
716The Day undressed—Herself—Her Garter—was of Gold—Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—Her Dimities—as oldExactly—as the World—And yet the newest..
© Emily Dickinson
Over And Over, Like A Tune
367Over and over, like a Tune—The Recollection plays—Drums off the Phantom BattlementsCornets of Paradise—Snatches, from Baptized..
© Emily Dickinson
The Outer—from The Inner
451The Outer—from the InnerDerives its Magnitude—'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, accordingAs is the Central Mood—The fine—unvarying AxisThat regulates the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunrise Runs For Both
710The Sunrise runs for Both—The East—Her Purple TrothKeeps with the Hill—The Noon unwinds Her BlueTill One Breadth cover Two—Remotest—still—Nor does..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Is Gay Or Stark
878The Sun is gay or starkAccording to our Deed.If Merry, He is merrier—If eager for the DeadOr an expended DayHe helped to make too brightHis mighty..
© Emily Dickinson
Many A Phrase Has The English Language
276Many a phrase has the English language—I have heard but one—Low as the laughter of the Cricket,Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue—Murmuring, like old..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Little I—could Care For Pearls
466'Tis little I—could care for Pearls—Who own the ample sea—Or Brooches—when the Emperor—With Rubies—pelteth me—Or Gold—who am the Prince of..
© Emily Dickinson
Read—sweet—how Others—strove
260Read—Sweet—how others—strove—Till we—are stouter—What they—renounced—Till we—are less afraid—How many times they—bore the faithful witness—Till..
© Emily Dickinson
So Glad We Are—a Stranger'D Deem
329So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem'Twas sorry, that we were—For where the Holiday should beThere publishes a Tear—Nor how Ourselves be..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Die—to Know
570I could die—to know—'Tis a trifling knowledge—News-Boys salute the Door—Carts—joggle by—Morning's bold face—stares in the window—Were but mine—the..
© Emily Dickinson
One Anguish—in A Crowd
565One Anguish—in a Crowd—A Minor thing—it sounds—And yet, unto the single DoeAttempted of the Hounds'Tis Terror as consummateAs Legions of AlarmDid..
© Emily Dickinson
Yesterday Is History
Yesterday is History,'Tis so far away -Yesterday is Poetry -'Tis Philosophy -Yesterday is mystery -Where it is TodayWhile we shrewdly..
© Emily Dickinson
What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
277What if I say I shall not wait!What if I burst the fleshly Gate—And pass escaped—to thee!What if I file this Mortal—off—See where it hurt..
© Emily Dickinson
No Rack Can Torture Me
384No Rack can torture me—My Soul—at Liberty—Behind this mortal BoneThere knits a bolder One—You cannot prick with saw—Nor pierce with Scimitar—Two..
© Emily Dickinson