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 Got So I Could Take His Name
293I got so I could take his name—Without—Tremendous gain—That Stop-sensation—on my Soul—And Thunder—in the Room—I got so I could walk acrossThat..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cried At Pity—not At Pain
588I cried at Pity—not at Pain—I heard a Woman say"Poor Child"—and something in her voiceConvicted me—of me—So long I fainted, to myselfIt seemed the..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Brooms of Steel
Like Brooms of SteelThe Snow and WindHad swept the Winter Street -The House was hookedThe Sun sent outFaint Deputies of Heat -Where rode the BirdThe..
© Emily Dickinson
The Way I Read A Letter's—this
636The Way I read a Letter's—this—'Tis first—I lock the Door—And push it with my fingers—next—For transport it be sure—And then I go the furthest..
© Emily Dickinson
I Meant To Have But Modest Needs
476I meant to have but modest needs—Such as Content—and Heaven—Within my income—these could lieAnd Life and I—keep even—But since the last—included..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Felt At Home—below
413I never felt at Home—Below—-And in the Handsome SkiesI shall not feel at Home—I know—I don't like Paradise—Because it's Sunday—all the time—And..
© Emily Dickinson
He Was Weak, And I Was Strong—then
190He was weak, and I was strong—then—So He let me lead him in—I was weak, and He was strong then—So I let him lead me—Home.'Twasn't far—the door was..
© Emily Dickinson
I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine
132I bring an unaccustomed wineTo lips long parchingNext to mine,And summon them to drink;Crackling with fever, they Essay,I turn my brimming eyes..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So
335'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—'Tis Living—hurts us more—But Dying—is a different way—A Kind behind the Door—The Southern Custom—of the Bird—That..
© Emily Dickinson
Her&Mdash;"Last Poems"
312Her—"last Poems"—Poets—ended—Silver—perished—with her Tongue—Not on Record—bubbled other,Flute—or Woman—So divine—Not unto its..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Hear The Word 'Escape'
I never hear the word 'escape'Without a quicker blood,A sudden expectation,A flying attitude.I never hear of prisons broadBy soldiers battered..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man
The wind tapped like a tired man,And like a host, 'Come in,'I boldly answered; entered thenMy residence withinA rapid, footless guest,To offer whom a..
© Emily Dickinson
Her&Mdash;"Last Poems"
312Her—"last Poems"—Poets—ended—Silver—perished—with her Tongue—Not on Record—bubbled other,Flute—or Woman—So divine—Not unto its..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Hear The Word 'Escape'
I never hear the word 'escape'Without a quicker blood,A sudden expectation,A flying attitude.I never hear of prisons broadBy soldiers battered..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man
The wind tapped like a tired man,And like a host, 'Come in,'I boldly answered; entered thenMy residence withinA rapid, footless guest,To offer whom a..
© Emily Dickinson
I Asked No Other Thing
621I asked no other thing—No other—was denied—I offered Being—for it—The Mighty Merchant sneered—Brazil? He twirled a Button—Without a glance my..
© Emily Dickinson
Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread
104Where I have lost, I softer tread—I sow sweet flower from garden bed—I pause above that vanished headAnd mourn.Whom I have lost, I pious guardFrom..
© Emily Dickinson
I Have Never Seen "Volcanoes"
175I have never seen "Volcanoes"—But, when Travellers tellHow those old—phlegmatic mountainsUsually so still—Bear within—appalling Ordnance,Fire, and..
© Emily Dickinson
Knows How To Forget!
433Knows how to forget!But could It teach it?Easiest of Arts, they sayWhen one learn howDull Hearts have diedIn the AcquisitionSacrificed for..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle
302Like Some Old fashioned MiracleWhen Summertime is done—Seems Summer's RecollectionAnd the Affairs of JuneAs infinite TraditionAs Cinderella's..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Told The Buried Gold
11I never told the buried goldUpon the hill—that lies—I saw the sun—his plunder doneCrouch low to guard his prize.He stood as nearAs stood you here—A..
© Emily Dickinson
She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond!You dropped a purple..
© Emily Dickinson
The Leaves Like Women Interchange
987The Leaves like Women interchangeExclusive Confidence—Somewhat of nods and somewhatPortentous inference.The Parties in both casesEnjoining..
© Emily Dickinson
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw
The only ghost I ever sawWas dressed in mechlin, --so;He wore no sandal on his foot,And stepped like flakes of snow.His gait was soundless, like the..
© Emily Dickinson
Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt
537Me prove it now—Whoever doubtMe stop to prove it—now—Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scantFor Opportunity—The River reaches to my feet—As yet—My..
© Emily Dickinson