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 Word dropped careless on a Page
A Word dropped careless on a PageMay stimulate an eyeWhen folded in perpetual seamThe Wrinkled Maker lieInfection in the sentence breedsWe may inhale..
© Emily Dickinson
Not any sunny tone
Not any sunny toneFrom any fervent zoneFind entrance there -Better a grave of BalmToward human nature's home -And Robins near -Than a stupendous..
© Emily Dickinson
On my volcano grows the Grass
On my volcano grows the GrassA meditative spot -An acre for a Bird to chooseWould be the General thought -How red the Fire rocks below -How insecure..
© Emily Dickinson
Kill Your Balm—and Its Odors Bless You
238Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you—Bare your Jessamine—to the storm—And she will fling her maddest perfume—Haply—your Summer night to..
© Emily Dickinson
High From The Earth I Heard A Bird
High from the earth I heard a bird;He trod upon the treesAs he esteemed them trifles,And then he spied a breeze,And situated softlyUpon a pile of..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions
A Sickness of this World it most occasionsWhen Best Men die.A Wishfulness their far ConditionTo occupy.A Chief indifference, as ForeignA World must..
© Emily Dickinson
The Battlefield
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the JuneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the..
© Emily Dickinson
There comes a warning like a spy
There comes a warning like a spyA shorter breath of DayA stealing that is not a stealthAnd Summers are away
© Emily Dickinson
Escape is such a thankful Word
Escape is such a thankful WordI often in the NightConsider it unto myselfNo spectacle in sightEscape - it is the BasketIn which the Heart is..
© Emily Dickinson
I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick
708I sometimes drop it, for a Quick—The Thought to be alive—Anonymous Delight to know—And Madder—to conceive—Consoles a Woe so monstrousThat did it..
© Emily Dickinson
Low At My Problem Bending
69Low at my problem bending,Another problem comes—Larger than mine—Serener—Involving statelier sums.I check my busy pencil,My figures file..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Anguish Grander Than Delight
984'Tis Anguish grander than Delight'Tis Resurrection Pain—The meeting Bands of smitten FaceWe questioned to, again.'Tis Transport wild as thrills..
© Emily Dickinson
They Ask But Our Delight
868They ask but our Delight—The Darlings of the SoilAnd grant us all their CountenanceFor a penurious smile.
© Emily Dickinson
Are Friends Delight Or Pain
Are Friends Delight or Pain?Could Bounty but remainRiches were good -But if they only stayAmpler to fly awayRiches are sad.
© Emily Dickinson
These—saw Visions
758These—saw Visions—Latch them softly—These—held Dimples—Smooth them slow—This—addressed departing accents—Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—This—We..
© Emily Dickinson
Longing is like the Seed
Longing is like the SeedThat wrestles in the Ground,Believing if it intercedeIt shall at length be found.The Hour, and the Clime -Each Circumstance..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Court Obtain Within Himself
803Who Court obtain within HimselfSees every Man a King—And Poverty of MonarchyIs an interior thing—No Man deposeWhom Fate Ordain—And Who can add a..
© Emily Dickinson
So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
752So the Eyes accost—and sunderIn an Audience—Stamped—occasionally—forever—So may CountenanceEntertain—without addressingCountenance of OneIn a..
© Emily Dickinson
Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room
641Size circumscribes—it has no roomFor petty furniture—The Giant tolerates no GnatFor Ease of Gianture—Repudiates it, all the more—Because intrinsic..
© Emily Dickinson
I Want—it Pleaded—all Its Life
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—I want—was chief it saidWhen Skill entreated it—the last—And when so newly dead—I could not deem it late—to hearThat..
© Emily Dickinson
The Grace—myself—might Not Obtain
707The Grace—Myself—might not obtain—Confer upon My flower—Refracted but a Countenance—For I—inhabit Her—
© Emily Dickinson
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
755No Bobolink—reverse His SingingWhen the only TreeEver He minded occupyingBy the Farmer be—Clove to the Root—His Spacious Future—Best..
© Emily Dickinson
Ideals Are The Fairly Oil
983Ideals are the Fairly OilWith which we help the WheelBut when the Vital Axle turnsThe Eye rejects the Oil.
© Emily Dickinson
Of Brussels—it Was Not
Of Brussels—it was not—Of Kidderminster? Nay—The Winds did buy it of the Woods—They—sold it unto meIt was a gentle price—The poorest—could afford—It..
© Emily Dickinson
Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled
681Soil of Flint, if steady tilled—Will refund by Hand—Seed of Palm, by Libyan SunFructified in Sand—
© Emily Dickinson