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").
A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes
882A Shade upon the mind there passesAs when on NoonA Cloud the mighty Sun enclosesRememberingThat some there be too numb to noticeOh GodWhy give if..
© Emily Dickinson
All The Letters I Can Write
334All the letters I can writeAre not fair as this—Syllables of Velvet—Sentences of Plush,Depths of Ruby, undrained,Hid, Lip, for Thee—Play it were a..
© Emily Dickinson
A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
652A Prison gets to be a friend—Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours—a Kinsmanship express—And in its narrow Eyes—We come to look with gratitudeFor the..
© Emily Dickinson
All But Death, Can Be Adjusted
749All but Death, can be Adjusted—Dynasties repaired—Systems—settled in their Sockets—Citadels—dissolved—Wastes of Lives—resown with ColorsBy..
© Emily Dickinson
A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note
416A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the Lawn—A..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn
19A sepal, petal, and a thornUpon a common summer's morn—A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—A Breeze—a caper in the trees—And I'm a Rose!
© Emily Dickinson
A Something In A Summer's Day
122A something in a summer's DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me.A something in a summer's noon—A depth—an Azure—a..
© Emily Dickinson
Alone, I Cannot Be
298Alone, I cannot be—For Hosts—do visit me—Recordless Company—Who baffle Key—They have no Robes, nor Names—No Almanacs—nor Climes—But general..
© Emily Dickinson
A Route Of Evanescence
A Route of EvanescenceWith a revolving Wheel--A Resonance of Emerald--A Rush of Cochineal--And every Blossom on the BushAdjusts its tumbled Head--The..
© Emily Dickinson
A Still—volcano—life
601A still—Volcano—Life—That flickered in the night—When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight—A quiet—Earthquake Style—Too subtle to..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Saw A Moor
I never saw a moor;I never saw the sea,Yet know I how the heather looksAnd what a billow be.I never spoke with God,Nor visited in heaven.Yet certain..
© Emily Dickinson
Bee! I'M Expecting You!
1035Bee! I'm expecting you!Was saying YesterdayTo Somebody you knowThat you were due—The Frogs got Home last Week—Are settled, and at work—Birds..
© Emily Dickinson
My Life Closed Twice
My life closed twice before its close--It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to meSo huge, so hopeless to conceiveAs these that..
© Emily Dickinson
A Feather From The Whippoorwill
161A feather from the WhippoorwillThat everlasting—sings!Whose galleries—are Sunrise—Whose Opera—the Springs—Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spinOf..
© Emily Dickinson
A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart
78A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—That sat it down to rest—Nor noticed that the Ebbing DayFlowed silver to the West—Nor noticed Night did soft..
© Emily Dickinson
As Imperceptibly As Grief
1540As imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed away—Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy—A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or..
© Emily Dickinson
After A Hundred Years
After a hundred yearsNobody knows the place,--Agony, that enacted there,Motionless as peace.Weeds triumphant ranged,Strangers strolled and spelledAt..
© Emily Dickinson
A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill
74A Lady red—amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—Sweep..
© Emily Dickinson
Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid?
608Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?Not Death—for who is He?The Porter of my Father's LodgeAs much abasheth me!Of Life? 'Twere odd I fear [a] thingThat..
© Emily Dickinson
A Mien To Move A Queen
283A Mien to move a Queen—Half Child—Half Heroine—An Orleans in the EyeThat puts its manner byFor humbler CompanyWhen none are nearEven a Tear—Its..
© Emily Dickinson
A First Mute Coming
702A first Mute Coming—In the Stranger's House—A first fair Going—When the Bells rejoice—A first Exchange—ofWhat hath mingled—been—For Lot—exhibited..
© Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!Were I with thee,Wild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile the windsTo a heart in port, --Done with the compass,Done with the..
© Emily Dickinson
A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb
159A little bread—a crust—a crumb—A little trust—a demijohn—Can keep the soul alive—Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—Conscious—as old..
© Emily Dickinson
A Shady Friend For Torrid Days
A shady friend for torrid daysIs easier to findThan one of higher temperatureFor frigid hour of mind.The vane a little to the eastScares muslin souls..
© Emily Dickinson
Tell All The Truth
Tell all the truth but tell it slant,Success in circuit lies,Too bright for our infirm delightThe truth's superb surprise;As lightning to the..
© Emily Dickinson