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").
Bird
A bird came down the walk:He did not know I saw;He bit an angle-worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw.And then he drank a dewFrom a convenient..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
The Soul selects her own Society --Then -- shuts the Door --To her divine Majority --Present no more --Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing..
© Emily Dickinson
You'Re Right—
234You're right—"the way is narrow"—And "difficult the Gate"—And "few there be"—Correct again—That "enter in—thereat"—'Tis Costly—So are purples!'Tis..
© Emily Dickinson
Faith—is The Pierless Bridge
915Faith—is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not—Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked..
© Emily Dickinson
As If The Sea Should Part
695As if the Sea should partAnd show a further Sea—And that—a further—and the ThreeBut a presumption be—Of Periods of Seas—Unvisited of..
© Emily Dickinson
Chartless
I never saw a moor,I never saw the sea;Yet now I know how the heather looks,And what a wave must be.I never spoke with God,Nor visited in Heaven;Yet..
© Emily Dickinson
I Dwell In Possibility
657I dwell in Possibility—A fairer House than Prose—More numerous of Windows—Superior—for Doors—Of Chambers as the Cedars—Impregnable of Eye—And for..
© Emily Dickinson
A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between
471A Night—there lay the Days between—The Day that was Before—And Day that was Behind—were one—And now—'twas Night—was here—Slow—Night—that must be..
© Emily Dickinson
A Wife&Mdash;At Daybreak I Shall Be
461A Wife—at daybreak I shall be—Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride—Then—Midnight, I..
© Emily Dickinson
A Precious—mouldering Pleasure
371A precious—mouldering pleasure—'tis—To meet an Antique Book—In just the Dress his Century wore—A privilege—I think—His venerable Hand to take—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Always Mine!
839Always Mine!No more Vacation!Term of Light this Day begun!Failless as the fair rotationOf the Seasons and the Sun.Old the Grace, but new the..
© Emily Dickinson
Will There Really Be A "Morning"?
101Will there really be a "Morning"?Is there such a thing as "Day"?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they?Has it feet like Water..
© Emily Dickinson
Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense -To a discerning Eye -Much Sense - the starkest Madness -`Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail -Assent - and..
© Emily Dickinson
Behind Me Dips Eternity
721Behind Me—dips Eternity—Before Me—Immortality—Myself—the Term between—Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,Dissolving into Dawn away,Before the..
© Emily Dickinson
Again&Mdash;His Voice Is At The Door
663Again—his voice is at the door—I feel the old Degree—I hear him ask the servantFor such an one—as me—I take a flower—as I go—My face to justify—He..
© Emily Dickinson
Absence Disembodies—so Does Death
860Absence disembodies—so does DeathHiding individuals from the EarthSuperposition helps, as well as love—Tenderness decreases as we prove—
© Emily Dickinson
Fame Is A Bee
1763Fame is a bee.It has a song—It has a sting—Ah, too, it has a wing.
© Emily Dickinson
By The Sea
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me.And frigates in the upper floorExtended hempen..
© Emily Dickinson
I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died;
I heard a fly buzz when I died;The stillness round my formWas like the stillness in the airBetween the heaves of storm.The eyes beside had wrung them..
© Emily Dickinson
A Solemn Thing Within The Soul
483A Solemn thing within the SoulTo feel itself get ripe—And golden hang—while farther up—The Maker's Ladders stop—And in the Orchard far below—You..
© Emily Dickinson
Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift!
30Adrift! A little boat adrift!And night is coming down!Will no one guide a little boatUnto the nearest town?So Sailors say—on yesterday—Just as the..
© Emily Dickinson
An English Breeze
UP with the sun, the breeze arose,Across the talking corn she goes,And smooth she rustles far and wideThrough all the voiceful countryside.Through..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying! Dying In The Night!
158Dying! Dying in the night!Won't somebody bring the lightSo I can see which way to goInto the everlasting snow?And "Jesus"! Where is Jesus..
© Emily Dickinson
Summer Shower
A drop fell on the apple tree,Another on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.A few went out to help the brook,That..
© Emily Dickinson
We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
We grow accustomed to the Dark -When light is put away -As when the Neighbor holds the LampTo witness her Goodbye -A Moment - We uncertain stepFor..
© Emily Dickinson