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").
'Tis One By One — The Father Counts
545'Tis One by One — the Father counts —And then a Tract betweenSet Cypherless — to teach the EyeThe Value of its Ten —Until the peevish..
© Emily Dickinson
Not "Revelation"&Mdash;'Tis&Mdash;That Waits
685Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits,But our unfurnished eyes—
© Emily Dickinson
I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand
525I think the Hemlock likes to standUpon a Marge of Snow—It suits his own Austerity—And satisfies an aweThat men, must slake in Wilderness—And in..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Sunrise&Mdash;Little Maid&Mdash;Hast Thou
908'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast ThouNo Station in the Day?'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so—Retrieve thine industry—'Tis Noon—My little Maid—Alas—and..
© Emily Dickinson
Portraits Are To Daily Faces
170Portraits are to daily facesAs an Evening West,To a fine, pedantic sunshine—In a satin Vest!
© Emily Dickinson
Morning—is The Place For Dew
197Morning—is the place for Dew—Corn—is made at Noon—After dinner light—for flowers—Dukes—for Setting Sun!
© Emily Dickinson
Pain Has An Element
Pain has an element of blank;It cannot recollectWhen it began, or if there wereA day when it was not.It has no future but itself,Its infinite realms..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sloop of Amber slips away
A Sloop of Amber slips awayUpon an Ether Sea,And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,The Son of Ecstasy
© Emily Dickinson
We Cover Thee—sweet Face
482We Cover Thee—Sweet Face—Not that We tire of Thee—But that Thyself fatigue of Us—Remember—as Thou go—We follow Thee untilThou notice Us—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Of Being Is A Bird
653Of Being is a BirdThe likest to the DownAn Easy Breeze do put afloatThe General Heavens—upon—It soars—and shifts—and whirls—And measures with the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Good Will Of A Flower
849The good Will of a FlowerThe Man who would possessMust first presentCertificateOf minted Holiness.
© Emily Dickinson
He Gave Away His Life
567He gave away his Life—To Us—Gigantic Sum—A trifle—in his own esteem—But magnified—by Fame—Until it burst the HeartsThat fancied they could..
© Emily Dickinson
Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear
631Ourselves were wed one summer—dear—Your Vision—was in June—And when Your little Lifetime failed,I wearied—too—of mine—And overtaken in the..
© Emily Dickinson
Should You But Fail At—sea
226Should you but fail at—Sea—In sight of me—Or doomed lie—Next Sun—to die—Or rap—at Paradise—unheardI'd harass GodUntil he let you in!
© Emily Dickinson
We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act
726We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act—And later—when we die—A little Water supplicate—Of fingers going by—It intimates the finer want—Whose..
© Emily Dickinson
Joy To Have Merited The Pain
788Joy to have merited the Pain—To merit the Release—Joy to have perished every step—To Compass Paradise—Pardon—to look upon thy face—With these old..
© Emily Dickinson
I'M
199I'm "wife"—I've finished that—That other state—I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now—It's safer so—How odd the Girl's life looksBehind this soft Eclipse—I..
© Emily Dickinson
Perhaps You'D Like To Buy A Flower
134Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,But I could never sell—If you would like to borrow,Until the DaffodilUnties her yellow BonnetBeneath the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Woodpecker
His bill an auger is,His head, a cap and frill.He laboreth at every tree,--A worm his utmost goal.
© Emily Dickinson
The Judge
Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.I do not love him because he is good, but because he is mylittle child.How should you know..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xviii: Your Days
Your days will be full of cares, if you must give me your heart.My house by the cross-roads has its doors open and my mind isabsent, -for I sing.I..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xliv: Where Is Heaven
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it isbeyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of dayand night; it is not..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Man
Man goes into the noisy crowdto drown his own clamour of silence.Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.For life is a creative idea;it can..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Strong Mercy
My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xiii: I Asked Nothing
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree.Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, and the dew in the air.The lazy smell..
© Rabindranath Tagore