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").
On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn
940On that dear Frame the Years had wornYet precious as the HouseIn which We first experienced LightThe Witnessing, to Us—Precious! It was..
© Emily Dickinson
This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago
778This that would greet—an hour ago—Is quaintest Distance—now—Had it a Guest from Paradise—Nor glow, would it, nor bow—Had it a notice from the..
© Emily Dickinson
Heavenly Father
'Heavenly Father' - take to theeThe supreme iniquityFashioned by thy candid HandIn a moment contraband -Though to trust us - seems to usMore..
© Emily Dickinson
What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So
186What shall I do—it whimpers so—This little Hound within the HeartAll day and night with bark and start—And yet, it will not go—Would you untie it..
© Emily Dickinson
She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc
798She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc—Debated—Rose again—This time—beyond the estimateOf Envy, or of Men—And now, among Circumference—Her steady..
© Emily Dickinson
he Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop
481The Himmaleh was known to stoopUnto the Daisy low—Transported with CompassionThat such a Doll should growWhere Tent by Tent—Her UniverseHung out..
© Emily Dickinson
There Are Two Ripenings—one—of Sight
332There are two Ripenings—one—of sight—Whose forces Spheric windUntil the Velvet productDrop spicy to the ground—A homelier maturing—A process in..
© Emily Dickinson
Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea
212Least Rivers—docile to some sea.My Caspian—thee.
© Emily Dickinson
They Have A Little Odor—that To Me
785They have a little Odor—that to meIs metre—nay—'tis melody—And spiciest at fading—indicate—A Habit—of a Laureate—
© Emily Dickinson
Of Tribulation, These Are They
325Of Tribulation, these are They,Denoted by the White—The Spangled Gowns, a lesser RankOf Victors—designate—All these—did conquer—But the ones who..
© Emily Dickinson
Judgment is justest
Judgment is justestWhen the Judged,His action laid away,Divested is of every DiskBut his sincerity.Honor is then the safest hueIn a posthumous Sun..
© Emily Dickinson
Drowning is not so pitiful
Drowning is not so pitifulAs the attempt to rise.Three times, 't is said, a sinking manComes up to face the skies,And then declines foreverTo that..
© Emily Dickinson
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