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").
We Don'T Cry—tim And I
196We don't cry—Tim and I,We are far too grand—But we bolt the door tightTo prevent a friend—Then we hide our brave faceDeep in our hand—Not to..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Bronze—and Blaze
290Of Bronze—and Blaze—The North—Tonight—So adequate—it forms—So preconcerted with itself—So distant—to alarms—And Unconcern so sovereignTo Universe..
© Emily Dickinson
The Body Grows Without
578The Body grows without—The more convenient way—That if the Spirit—like to hideIts Temple stands, alway,Ajar—secure—inviting—It never did betrayThe..
© Emily Dickinson
So Set Its Sun In Thee
808So set its Sun in TheeWhat Day be dark to me—What Distance—far—So I the Ships may seeThat touch—how seldomly—Thy Shore?
© Emily Dickinson
She Sped As Petals Of A Rose
991She sped as Petals of a RoseOffended by the Wind—A frail Aristocrat of TimeIndemnity to find—Leaving on nature—a DefaultAs Cricket or as Bee—But..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying At My Music
Dying at my music!Bubble! Bubble!Hold me till the Octave's run!Quick! Burst the Windows!Ritardando!Phials left, and the Sun!
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain
975The Mountain sat upon the PlainIn his tremendous Chair—His observation omnifold,His inquest, everywhere—The Seasons played around his kneesLike..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Course—i Prayed
376Of Course—I prayed—And did God Care?He cared as much as on the AirA Bird—had stamped her foot—And cried "Give Me"—My Reason—Life—I had not had—but..
© Emily Dickinson
One Dignity Delays For All
98One dignity delays for all—One mitred Afternoon—None can avoid this purple—None evade this Crown!Coach, it insures, and footmen—Chamber, and state..
© Emily Dickinson
The Color Of A Queen, Is This
776The Color of a Queen, is this—The Color of a SunAt setting—this and Amber—Beryl—and this, at Noon—And when at night—Auroran widthsFling suddenly..
© Emily Dickinson
To Hear An Oriole Sing
526To hear an Oriole singMay be a common thing—Or only a divine.It is not of the BirdWho sings the same, unheard,As unto Crowd—The Fashion of the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunset Stopped On Cottages
950The Sunset stopped on CottagesWhere Sunset hence must beFor treason not of His, but Life's,Gone Westerly, Today—The Sunset stopped on..
© Emily Dickinson
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