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 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
If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose
56If I should cease to bring a RoseUpon a festal day,'Twill be because beyond the RoseI have been called away—If I should cease to take the namesMy..
© Emily Dickinson
The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were
12The morns are meeker than they were—The nuts are getting brown—The berry's cheek is plumper—The Rose is out of town.The Maple wears a gayer..
© Emily Dickinson
One And One—are One
769One and One—are One—Two—be finished using—Well enough for Schools—But for Minor Choosing—Life—just—or Death—Or the Everlasting—More—would be too..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass
The wind begun to rock the grassWith threatening tunes and low,--He flung a menace at the earth,A menace at the sky.The leaves unhooked themselves..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Count The Seeds
40When I count the seedsThat are sown beneath,To bloom so, bye and bye—When I con the peopleLain so low,To be received as high—When I believe the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin Is The One
828The Robin is the OneThat interrupt the MornWith hurried—few—express ReportsWhen March is scarcely on—The Robin is the OneThat overflow the..
© Emily Dickinson
She Hideth Her The Last
557She hideth Her the last—And is the first, to rise—Her Night doth hardly recompenseThe Closing of Her eyes—She doth Her Purple Work—And putteth Her..
© Emily Dickinson
Good Night! Which Put The Candle Out?
Good night! which put the candle out?A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.Ah! friend, you little knewHow long at that celestial wickThe angels labored..
© Emily Dickinson
Perhaps You Think Me Stooping
833Perhaps you think me stoopingI'm not ashamed of thatChrist—stooped until He touched the Grave—Do those at SacramentCommemorative DishonorOr love..
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung
606The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung—There seemed to rise a TuneFrom Miniature CreaturesAccompanying the Sun—Far Psalteries of Summer—Enamoring..
© Emily Dickinson
Emancipation
No rack can torture me,My soul's at libertyBehind this mortal boneThere knits a bolder oneYou cannot prick with saw,Nor rend with scymitar.Two bodies..
© Emily Dickinson
Glowing Is Her Bonnet
72Glowing is her Bonnet,Glowing is her Cheek,Glowing is her Kirtle,Yet she cannot speak.Better as the DaisyFrom the Summer hillVanish unrecordedSave..
© Emily Dickinson
The Love A Life Can Show Below
673The Love a Life can show BelowIs but a filament, I know,Of that diviner thingThat faints upon the face of Noon—And smites the Tinder in the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized.
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.The heaven we chaseLike the June beeBefore the school-boyInvites the race;Stoops to an easy..
© Emily Dickinson
My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills
766My Faith is larger than the Hills—So when the Hills decay—My Faith must take the Purple WheelTo show the Sun the way—'Tis first He steps upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Difference Between Despair
305The difference between DespairAnd Fear—is like the OneBetween the instant of a WreckAnd when the Wreck has been—The Mind is smooth—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Promise This—when You Be Dying
648Promise This—When You be Dying—Some shall summon Me—Mine belong Your latest Sighing—Mine—to Belt Your Eye—Not with Coins—though they be MintedFrom..
© Emily Dickinson
I Am Ashamed—i Hide
473I am ashamed—I hide—What right have I—to be a Bride—So late a Dowerless Girl—Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face—No one to teach me that new Grace—Nor..
© Emily Dickinson
Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place—And when again, at Dawn,A mighty look runs round the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Pedigree Of Honey
The pedigree of honeyDoes not concern the bee;A clover, any time, to himIs aristocracy.
© Emily Dickinson
He Touched Me, So I Live To Know
506He touched me, so I live to knowThat such a day, permitted so,I groped upon his breast—It was a boundless place to meAnd silenced, as the awful..
© Emily Dickinson