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").
I Often Passed The Village
51I often passed the villageWhen going home from school—And wondered what they did there—And why it was so still—I did not know the year then—In..
© Emily Dickinson
The Future—never Spoke
672The Future—never spoke—Nor will He—like the Dumb—Reveal by sign—a syllableOf His Profound To Come—But when the News be ripe—Presents it—in the..
© Emily Dickinson
They Called Me To The Window, For
628They called me to the Window, for" 'Twas Sunset"—Some one said—I only saw a Sapphire Farm—And just a Single Herd—Of Opal Cattle—feeding farUpon so..
© Emily Dickinson
His Heart Was Darker Than The Starless Night
His Heart was darker than the starless nightFor that there is a mornBut in this black ReceptacleCan be no Bode of Dawn
© Emily Dickinson
He Who In Himself Believes
969He who in Himself believes—Fraud cannot presume—Faith is Constancy's Result—And assumes—from Home—Cannot perish, though it failEvery second..
© Emily Dickinson
Whose Pink career may have a close
Whose Pink career may have a closePortentous as our own, who knows?To imitate these Neighbors fleetIn awe and innocence, were meet.
© Emily Dickinson
She Lay As If At Play
369She lay as if at playHer life had leaped away—Intending to return—But not so soon—Her merry Arms, half dropt—As if for lull of sport—An instant..
© Emily Dickinson
Smiling Back From Coronation
385Smiling back from CoronationMay be Luxury—On the Heads that started with us—Being's Peasantry—Recognizing in ProcessionOnes We former knew—When..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Flowers, That Heard The News Of Dews
513Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,But never deemed the dripping prizeAwaited their—low Brows—Or Bees—that thought the Summer's nameSome..
© Emily Dickinson
My Wheel Is In The Dark
10My wheel is in the dark!I cannot see a spokeYet know its dripping feetGo round and round.My foot is on the Tide!An unfrequented road—Yet have all..
© Emily Dickinson
Just Lost, When I Was Saved!
160Just lost, when I was saved!Just felt the world go by!Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,When breath blew back,And on the other sideI heard..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is A June When Corn Is Cut
930There is a June when Corn is cutAnd Roses in the Seed—A Summer briefer than the firstBut tenderer indeedAs should a Face supposed the..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things
607Of nearness to her sundered ThingsThe Soul has special times—When Dimness—looks the Oddity—Distinctness—easy—seems—The Shapes we buried, dwell..
© Emily Dickinson
Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness
760Most she touched me by her muteness—Most she won me by the wayShe presented her small figure—Plea itself—for Charity—Were a Crumb my whole..
© Emily Dickinson
So From The Mould
66So from the mouldScarlet and GoldMany a Bulb will rise—Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.So from CocoonMany a WormLeap so Highland..
© Emily Dickinson
My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed
753My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—As Tongue of Diamond had reviledAll else accused me—and I smiled—My Soul—that Morning—was My friend—Her favor—is..
© Emily Dickinson
More Life—went Out—when He Went
422More Life—went out—when He wentThan Ordinary Breath—Lit with a finer Phosphor—Requiring in the Quench—A Power of Renowned Cold,The Climate of the..
© Emily Dickinson
Patience—has A Quiet Outer
926Patience—has a quiet Outer—Patience—Look within—Is an Insect's futile forcesInfinites—between—'Scaping one—against the otherFruitlesser to..
© Emily Dickinson
The One Who Could Repeat The Summer Day
307The One who could repeat the Summer day—Were greater than itself—though HeMinutest of Mankind should be—And He—could reproduce the Sun—At period..
© Emily Dickinson
Prayer Is The Little Implement
437Prayer is the little implementThrough which Men reachWhere Presence—is denied them.They fling their SpeechBy means of it—in God's Ear—If then He..
© Emily Dickinson
Good To Hide, And Hear 'Em Hunt!
842Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!Better, to be found,If one care to, that is,The Fox fits the Hound—Good to know, and not tell,Best, to know and..
© Emily Dickinson
He Outstripped Time With But A Bout
865He outstripped Time with but a Bout,He outstripped Stars and SunAnd then, unjaded, challenged GodIn presence of the Throne.And He and He in mighty..
© Emily Dickinson
My Reward For Being, Was This
343My Reward for Being, was This.My premium—My Bliss—An Admiralty, less—A Sceptre—penniless—And Realms—just Dross—When Thrones accost my Hands—With..
© Emily Dickinson
He Put The Belt Around My Life
273He put the Belt around my lifeI heard the Buckle snap—And turned away, imperial,My Lifetime folding up—Deliberate, as a Duke would doA Kingdom's..
© Emily Dickinson