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").
So Proud She Was To Die
So proud she was to dieIt made us all ashamedThat what we cherished, so unknownTo her desire seemed.So satisfied to goWhere none of us should..
© Emily Dickinson
The Day Undressed&Mdash;Herself
716The Day undressed—Herself—Her Garter—was of Gold—Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—Her Dimities—as oldExactly—as the World—And yet the newest..
© Emily Dickinson
Over And Over, Like A Tune
367Over and over, like a Tune—The Recollection plays—Drums off the Phantom BattlementsCornets of Paradise—Snatches, from Baptized..
© Emily Dickinson
The Outer—from The Inner
451The Outer—from the InnerDerives its Magnitude—'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, accordingAs is the Central Mood—The fine—unvarying AxisThat regulates the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunrise Runs For Both
710The Sunrise runs for Both—The East—Her Purple TrothKeeps with the Hill—The Noon unwinds Her BlueTill One Breadth cover Two—Remotest—still—Nor does..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Is Gay Or Stark
878The Sun is gay or starkAccording to our Deed.If Merry, He is merrier—If eager for the DeadOr an expended DayHe helped to make too brightHis mighty..
© Emily Dickinson
Many A Phrase Has The English Language
276Many a phrase has the English language—I have heard but one—Low as the laughter of the Cricket,Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue—Murmuring, like old..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Little I—could Care For Pearls
466'Tis little I—could care for Pearls—Who own the ample sea—Or Brooches—when the Emperor—With Rubies—pelteth me—Or Gold—who am the Prince of..
© Emily Dickinson
Read—sweet—how Others—strove
260Read—Sweet—how others—strove—Till we—are stouter—What they—renounced—Till we—are less afraid—How many times they—bore the faithful witness—Till..
© Emily Dickinson
So Glad We Are—a Stranger'D Deem
329So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem'Twas sorry, that we were—For where the Holiday should beThere publishes a Tear—Nor how Ourselves be..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Die—to Know
570I could die—to know—'Tis a trifling knowledge—News-Boys salute the Door—Carts—joggle by—Morning's bold face—stares in the window—Were but mine—the..
© Emily Dickinson
One Anguish—in A Crowd
565One Anguish—in a Crowd—A Minor thing—it sounds—And yet, unto the single DoeAttempted of the Hounds'Tis Terror as consummateAs Legions of AlarmDid..
© Emily Dickinson
Yesterday Is History
Yesterday is History,'Tis so far away -Yesterday is Poetry -'Tis Philosophy -Yesterday is mystery -Where it is TodayWhile we shrewdly..
© Emily Dickinson
What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
277What if I say I shall not wait!What if I burst the fleshly Gate—And pass escaped—to thee!What if I file this Mortal—off—See where it hurt..
© Emily Dickinson
No Rack Can Torture Me
384No Rack can torture me—My Soul—at Liberty—Behind this mortal BoneThere knits a bolder One—You cannot prick with saw—Nor pierce with Scimitar—Two..
© Emily Dickinson
Not In This World To See His Face
Not in this world to see his faceSounds long, until I read the placeWhere this is said to beBut just the primer to a lifeUnopened, rare, upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Season of Phantasmal Peace
Then all the nations of birds lifted togetherthe huge net of the shadows of this earthin multitudinous dialects, twittering tongues,stitching and..
© Derek Walcott
From 'Omeros'
BOOK SIXChapter XLIVIIn hill-towns, from San Fernando to Mayagüez,the same sunrise stirred the feathered lances of canedown the archipelago's..
© Derek Walcott
A Lesson for This Sunday
The growing idleness of summer grassWith its frail kites of furious butterfliesRequests the lemonade of simple praiseIn scansion gentler than my..
© Derek Walcott
Ruins Of A Great House
though our longest sun sets at right declensions andmakes but winter arches,it cannot be long before we lie down in darkness, andhave our light in..
© Derek Walcott
The Bounty
[for Alix Walcott]iBetween the vision of the Tourist Board and the trueParadise lies the desert where Isaiah's elationsforce a rose from the sand...
© Derek Walcott
The Fist
The fist clenched round my heartloosens a little, and I gaspbrightness; but it tightensagain. When have I ever not lovedthe pain of love? But this..
© Derek Walcott
The Star-Apple Kingdom
There were still shards of an ancient pastoralin those shires of the island where the cattle dranktheir pools of shadow from an older sky,surviving..
© Derek Walcott
In the Village
II came up out of the subway and there werepeople standing on the steps as if they knewsomething I didn't. This was in the Cold War,and nuclear..
© Derek Walcott
Coral
This coral's hape ecohes the handIt hollowed. ItsImmediate absence is heavy. As pumice,As your breast in my cupped palm.Sea-cold, its nipple rasps..
© Derek Walcott