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 Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet

173A fuzzy fellow, without feet,Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the..

© Emily Dickinson

Ah, Moon—and Star!

240Ah, Moon—and Star!You are very far—But were no oneFarther than you—Do you think I'd stopFor a Firmament—Or a Cubit—or so?I could borrow a BonnetOf..

© Emily Dickinson

A Happy Lip&Mdash;Breaks Sudden

353A happy lip—breaks sudden—It doesn't state you howIt contemplated—smiling—Just consummated—now—But this one, wears its merrimentSo patient—like a..

© Emily Dickinson

There Is Another Sky

There is another sky,Ever serene and fair,And there is another sunshine,Though it be darkness there;Never mind faded forests, Austin,Never mind..

© Emily Dickinson

Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)

Fame is a fickle foodUpon a shifting plateWhose table once aGuest but notThe second time is set.Whose crumbs the crows inspectAnd with ironic cawFlap..

© Emily Dickinson

A Moth The Hue Of This

841A Moth the hue of thisHaunts Candles in Brazil.Nature's Experience would makeOur Reddest Second pale.Nature is fond, I sometimes think,Of..

© Emily Dickinson

A Man May Make A Remark

952A Man may make a Remark—In itself—a quiet thingThat may furnish the Fuse unto a SparkIn dormant nature—lain—Let us deport—with skill—Let us..

© Emily Dickinson

A Little Road Not Made Man

A little road not made of man,Enabled of the eye,Accessible to thill of bee,Or cart of butterfly.If town it have, beyond itself,'T is that I cannot..

© Emily Dickinson

A Little East Of Jordan

59A little East of Jordan,Evangelists record,A Gymnast and an AngelDid wrestle long and hard—Till morning touching mountain—And Jacob, waxing..

© Emily Dickinson

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes

After great pain, a formal feeling comes--The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs--The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,And Yesterday, or..

© Emily Dickinson

A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep

A long, long sleep, a famous sleepThat makes no show for dawnBy strech of limb or stir of lid, -An independent one.Was ever idleness like this?Within..

© Emily Dickinson

A House Upon The Height

399A House upon the Height—That Wagon never reached—No Dead, were ever carried down—No Peddler's Cart—approached—Whose Chimney never smoked—Whose..

© Emily Dickinson

Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage…

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit;To thee I send this written embassageTo witness duty, not to show my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day

If thou survive my well-contented dayWhen that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent

How can my Muse want subject to inventWhile thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxli

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note;But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface

Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty's treasure..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxviii

Like as, to make our appetites more keen,With eager compounds we our palate urge,As, to prevent our maladies unseen,We sicken to shun sickness when..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,From hence your memory death cannot take,Although in me each part will..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxlvi

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 15:

When I consider everything that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cv

Let not my love be call'd idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise, richly compiled,Reserve their character with golden quill,And precious..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seemBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give!The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deemFor that sweet..

© William Shakespeare