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 Whole Of It Came Not At Once
762The Whole of it came not at once—'Twas Murder by degrees—A Thrust—and then for Life a chance—The Bliss to cauterize—The Cat reprieves the MouseShe..
© Emily Dickinson
I Know Lives, I Could Miss
372I know lives, I could missWithout a Misery—Others—whose instant's wanting—Would be Eternity—The last—a scanty Number—'Twould scarcely fill a..
© Emily Dickinson
To Know Just How He Suffered—Would Be Dear
622To know just how He suffered—would be dear—To know if any Human eyes were nearTo whom He could entrust His wavering gaze—Until it settle broad—on..
© Emily Dickinson
The Lady Feeds Her Little Bird
941The Lady feeds Her little BirdAt rarer intervals—The little Bird would not dissentBut meekly recognizeThe Gulf between the Hand and HerAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles
956What shall I do when the Summer troubles—What, when the Rose is ripe—What when the Eggs fly off in MusicFrom the Maple Keep?What shall I do when..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Such A Little Thing To Weep
189It's such a little thing to weep—So short a thing to sigh—And yet—by Trades—the size of theseWe men and women die!
© Emily Dickinson
Put Up My Lute!
261Put up my lute!What of—my Music!Since the sole ear I cared to charm—Passive—as Granite—laps My Music—Sobbing—will suit—as well as psalm!Would but..
© Emily Dickinson
Have Any Like Myself
736Have any like MyselfInvestigating March,New Houses on the Hill descried—And possibly a Church—That were not, We are sure—As lately as the Snow—And..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul's Distinct Connection
974The Soul's distinct connectionWith immortalityIs best disclosed by DangerOr quick Calamity—As Lightning on a LandscapeExhibits Sheets of Place—Not..
© Emily Dickinson
If This Is "Fading"
120If this is "fading"Oh let me immediately "fade"!If this is "dying"Bury me, in such a shroud of red!If this is "sleep,"On such a nightHow proud to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Chemical Conviction
954The Chemical convictionThat Nought be lostEnable in DisasterMy fractured Trust—The Faces of the AtomsIf I shall seeHow more the Finished..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature
390It's coming—the postponeless Creature—It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—Enters—with a..
© Emily Dickinson
I Tie My Hat—i Crease My Shawl
443I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—Life's little duties do—precisely—As the very leastWere infinite—to me—I put new Blossoms in the Glass—And throw..
© Emily Dickinson
When We Stand On The Tops Of Things
242When we stand on the tops of Things—And like the Trees, look down—The smoke all cleared away from it—And Mirrors on the scene—Just laying light—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Not All Die Early, Dying Young
990Not all die early, dying young—Maturity of FateIs consummated equallyIn Ages, or a Night—A Hoary Boy, I've known to dropWhole statured—by the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Doomed—regard The Sunrise
294The Doomed—regard the SunriseWith different Delight—Because—when next it burns abroadThey doubt to witness it—The Man—to die—tomorrow—Harks for..
© Emily Dickinson
His Bill An Auger Is
1034His Bill an Auger is,His Head, a Cap and Frill.He laboreth at every TreeA Worm, His utmost Goal.
© Emily Dickinson
He Parts Himself—like Leaves
517He parts Himself—like Leaves—And then—He closes up—Then stands upon the BonnetOf Any Buttercup—And then He runs againstAnd oversets a Rose—And..
© Emily Dickinson
He Told A Homely Tale
763He told a homely taleAnd spotted it with tears—Upon his infant face was setThe Cicatrice of years—All crumpled was the cheekNo other kiss had..
© Emily Dickinson
poetry, legacy, inspiration, time
284The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea—Forgets her own locality—As I—toward Thee—She knows herself an incense small—Yet small—she sighs—if All—is..
© Emily Dickinson
The Poets Light But Lamps
883The Poets light but Lamps—Themselves—go out—The Wicks they stimulate—If vital LightInhere as do the Suns—Each Age a LensDisseminating..
© Emily Dickinson
Gratitude—is Not The Mention
989Gratitude—is not the mentionOf a Tenderness,But its still appreciationOut of Plumb of Speech.When the Sea return no AnswerBy the Line and..
© Emily Dickinson
If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing
236If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more—Eclipse—at Midnight—It was dark—before—Sunset—at Easter—Blindness—on the Dawn—Faint Star of..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis One By One — The Father Counts
545'Tis One by One — the Father counts —And then a Tract betweenSet Cypherless — to teach the EyeThe Value of its Ten —Until the peevish..
© Emily Dickinson
Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits
685Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits,But our unfurnished eyes—
© Emily Dickinson