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").

The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek

208The Rose did caper on her cheek—Her Bodice rose and fell—Her pretty speech—like drunken men—Did stagger pitiful—Her fingers fumbled at her..

© Emily Dickinson

When I Hoped, I Recollect

768When I hoped, I recollectJust the place I stood—At a Window facing West—Roughest Air—was good—Not a Sleet could bite me—Not a frost could..

© Emily Dickinson

We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple

We like March, his shoes are purple,He is new and high;Makes he mud for dog and peddler,Makes he forest dry;Knows the adder's tongue his coming,And..

© Emily Dickinson

I Found The Phrase To Every Thought

I found the phrase to every thoughtI ever had, but one;And that defies me,--as a handDid try to chalk the sunTo races nurtured in the dark;--How..

© Emily Dickinson

We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower

81We should not mind so small a flower—Except it quiet bringOur little garden that we lostBack to the Lawn again.So spicy her Carnations nod—So..

© Emily Dickinson

The Judge Is Like The Owl

699The Judge is like the Owl—I've heard my Father tell—And Owls do build in Oaks—So here's an Amber Sill—That slanted in my Path—When going to the..

© Emily Dickinson

To Die—takes Just A Little While

To die—takes just a little while—They say it doesn't hurt—It's only fainter—by degrees—And then—it's out of sight—A darker Ribbon—for a Day—A Crape..

© Emily Dickinson

Had I Not This, Or This, I Said

904Had I not This, or This, I said,Appealing to Myself,In moment of prosperity—Inadequate—were Life—"Thou hast not Me, nor Me"—it said,In Moment of..

© Emily Dickinson

I Saw No Way—the Heavens Were Stitched

378I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched—I felt the Columns close—The Earth reversed her Hemispheres—I touched the Universe—And back it slid—and I..

© Emily Dickinson

Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine

83Heart, not so heavy as mineWending late home—As it passed my windowWhistled itself a tune—A careless snatch—a ballad—A ditty of the street—Yet to..

© Emily Dickinson

I Play At Riches—to Appease

801I play at Riches—to appeaseThe Clamoring for Gold—It kept me from a Thief, I think,For often, overboldWith Want, and Opportunity—I could have done..

© Emily Dickinson

I Think I Was Enchanted

593I think I was enchantedWhen first a sombre Girl—I read that Foreign Lady—The Dark—felt beautiful—And whether it was noon at night—Or only..

© Emily Dickinson

There Is A Word

8There is a wordWhich bears a swordCan pierce an armed man—It hurls its barbed syllablesAnd is mute again—But where it fellThe saved will tellOn..

© Emily Dickinson

I Know A Place Where Summer Strives

I know a place where summer strivesWith such a practised frost,She each year leads her daisies back,Recording briefly, 'Lost.'But when the south wind..

© Emily Dickinson

I Tend My Flowers For Thee

339I tend my flowers for thee—Bright Absentee!My Fuchsia's Coral SeamsRip—while the Sower—dreams—Geraniums—tint—and spot—Low Daisies—dot—My..

© Emily Dickinson

Our Lives Are Swiss

Our lives are Swiss --So still -- so Cool --Till some odd afternoonThe Alps neglect their CurtainsAnd we look farther on!Italy stands the other..

© Emily Dickinson

So Has A Daisy Vanished

28So has a Daisy vanishedFrom the fields today—So tiptoed many a slipperTo Paradise away—Oozed so in crimson bubblesDay's departing..

© Emily Dickinson

I'M Saying Every Day

373I'm saying every day"If I should be a Queen, tomorrow"—I'd do this way—And so I deck, a little,If it be, I wake a Bourbon,None on me, bend..

© Emily Dickinson

To Learn The Transport By The Pain

167To learn the Transport by the PainAs Blind Men learn the sun!To die of thirst—suspectingThat Brooks in Meadows run!To stay the homesick—homesick..

© Emily Dickinson

he Wind Begun To Knead The Grass

824[first version]The Wind begun to knead the Grass—As Women do a Dough—He flung a Hand full at the Plain—A Hand full at the Sky—The Leaves unhooked..

© Emily Dickinson

Mama Never Forgets Her Birds

164Mama never forgets her birds,Though in another tree—She looks down just as oftenAnd just as tenderlyAs when her little mortal nestWith cunning..

© Emily Dickinson

The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee

206The Flower must not blame the Bee—That seeketh his felicityToo often at her door—But teach the Footman from Vevay—Mistress is "not at home"—to..

© Emily Dickinson

We Do Not Play On Graves

467We do not play on Graves—Because there isn't Room—Besides—it isn't even—it slantsAnd People come—And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces..

© Emily Dickinson

A chilly Peace infests the Grass

A chilly Peace infests the GrassThe Sun respectful lies -Not any Trance of industryThese shadows scrutinize -Whose Allies go no more astrayFor..

© Emily Dickinson

God Is A Distant—stately Lover

357God is a distant—stately Lover—Woos, as He states us—by His Son—Verily, a Vicarious Courtship—"Miles", and "Priscilla", were such an One—But, lest..

© Emily Dickinson