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").
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
The Gardener Xxiv: Do Not Keep To Yourself
Do not keep to yourself the secret ofyour heart, my friend!Say it to me, only to me, in secret.You who smile so gently, softlywhisper, my heart will..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Astronomer
I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon getsentangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't somebodycatch it?"But dada laughed..
© Rabindranath Tagore
My Polar Star
I have made You the polar star of myexistence; never again can I lose my way in thevoyage of life.Wherever I go, You are always there toshower your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Signet Of Eternity
The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd,unknown to me, my king..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Chanpa Flower
Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on abranch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter anddanced upon the newly..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xlviii: I Travelled The Old Road
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the stream andall the ways were..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Roaming Cloud
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumnuselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!Thy touch has not yet melted my vapor,making me one with..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Threshold
I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made me open out into this vast mysterylike a..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xlvii: The Road Is
The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet allday, she sings to my dreams all night.My meeting with her had no beginning, it..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Little Big Man
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I amas old as my father is.My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slateand..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Sun Of The First Day
The sun of the first dayPut the questionTo the new manifestation of life-Who are you?There was no answer.Years passed by.The last sun of the last..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Land Of The Exile
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is.There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It isSaturday, our..
© Rabindranath Tagore