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").
I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand
525I think the Hemlock likes to standUpon a Marge of Snow—It suits his own Austerity—And satisfies an aweThat men, must slake in Wilderness—And in..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Sunrise&Mdash;Little Maid&Mdash;Hast Thou
908'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast ThouNo Station in the Day?'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so—Retrieve thine industry—'Tis Noon—My little Maid—Alas—and..
© Emily Dickinson
Portraits Are To Daily Faces
170Portraits are to daily facesAs an Evening West,To a fine, pedantic sunshine—In a satin Vest!
© Emily Dickinson
Morning—is The Place For Dew
197Morning—is the place for Dew—Corn—is made at Noon—After dinner light—for flowers—Dukes—for Setting Sun!
© Emily Dickinson
Pain Has An Element
Pain has an element of blank;It cannot recollectWhen it began, or if there wereA day when it was not.It has no future but itself,Its infinite realms..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sloop of Amber slips away
A Sloop of Amber slips awayUpon an Ether Sea,And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,The Son of Ecstasy
© Emily Dickinson
We Cover Thee—sweet Face
482We Cover Thee—Sweet Face—Not that We tire of Thee—But that Thyself fatigue of Us—Remember—as Thou go—We follow Thee untilThou notice Us—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Being Is A Bird
653Of Being is a BirdThe likest to the DownAn Easy Breeze do put afloatThe General Heavens—upon—It soars—and shifts—and whirls—And measures with the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Good Will Of A Flower
849The good Will of a FlowerThe Man who would possessMust first presentCertificateOf minted Holiness.
© Emily Dickinson
He Gave Away His Life
567He gave away his Life—To Us—Gigantic Sum—A trifle—in his own esteem—But magnified—by Fame—Until it burst the HeartsThat fancied they could..
© Emily Dickinson
Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear
631Ourselves were wed one summer—dear—Your Vision—was in June—And when Your little Lifetime failed,I wearied—too—of mine—And overtaken in the..
© Emily Dickinson
Should You But Fail At—sea
226Should you but fail at—Sea—In sight of me—Or doomed lie—Next Sun—to die—Or rap—at Paradise—unheardI'd harass GodUntil he let you in!
© Emily Dickinson
We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act
726We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act—And later—when we die—A little Water supplicate—Of fingers going by—It intimates the finer want—Whose..
© Emily Dickinson
Joy To Have Merited The Pain
788Joy to have merited the Pain—To merit the Release—Joy to have perished every step—To Compass Paradise—Pardon—to look upon thy face—With these old..
© Emily Dickinson
I'M
199I'm "wife"—I've finished that—That other state—I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now—It's safer so—How odd the Girl's life looksBehind this soft Eclipse—I..
© Emily Dickinson
Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower
134Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,But I could never sell—If you would like to borrow,Until the DaffodilUnties her yellow BonnetBeneath the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Woodpecker
His bill an auger is,His head, a cap and frill.He laboreth at every tree,--A worm his utmost goal.
© Emily Dickinson
The Judge
Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.I do not love him because he is good, but because he is mylittle child.How should you know..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xviii: Your Days
Your days will be full of cares, if you must give me your heart.My house by the cross-roads has its doors open and my mind isabsent, -for I sing.I..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xliv: Where Is Heaven
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it isbeyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of dayand night; it is not..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Man
Man goes into the noisy crowdto drown his own clamour of silence.Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.For life is a creative idea;it can..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Strong Mercy
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xiii: I Asked Nothing
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree.Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, and the dew in the air.The lazy smell..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxiv: Do Not Keep To Yourself
Do not keep to yourself the secret ofyour heart, my friend!Say it to me, only to me, in secret.You who smile so gently, softlywhisper, my heart will..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Astronomer
I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't somebodycatch it?"But dada laughed..
© Rabindranath Tagore