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 Mountains—grow Unnoticed
757The Mountains—grow unnoticed—Their Purple figures riseWithout attempt—Exhaustion—Assistance—or Applause—In Their Eternal FacesThe Sun—with just..
© Emily Dickinson
They Dropped Like Flakes
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the luneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates
281'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—So over Horror, it half Captivates—The Soul stares after it, secure—A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—To scan a..
© Emily Dickinson
Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be
727Precious to Me—She still shall be—Though She forget the name I bear—The fashion of the Gown I wear—The very Color of My Hair—So like the..
© Emily Dickinson
This Is The Land The Sunset Washes
This is the land the sunset washes,These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;Where it rose, or whither it rushes,These are the western mystery!Night..
© Emily Dickinson
It Would Have Starved A Gnat
612It would have starved a Gnat—To live so small as I—And yet I was a living Child—With Food's necessityUpon me—like a Claw—I could no more..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul Unto Itself
The Soul unto itselfIs an imperial friend --Or the most agonizing Spy --An Enemy -- could send --Secure against its own --No treason it can fear..
© Emily Dickinson
The Truth—is Stirless
780The Truth—is stirless—Other force—may be presumed to move—This—then—is best for confidence—When oldest Cedars swerve—And Oaks untwist their..
© Emily Dickinson
When Night Is Almost Done
347When Night is almost done—And Sunrise grows so nearThat we can touch the Spaces—It's time to smooth the Hair—And get the Dimples ready—And wonder..
© Emily Dickinson
We Lose—because We Win
21We lose—because we win—Gamblers—recollecting whichToss their dice again!
© Emily Dickinson
So Much Summer
651So much SummerMe for showingIllegitimate—Would a Smile's minute bestowingToo exorbitantTo the LadyWith the GuineaLook—if She should knowCrumb of..
© Emily Dickinson
I Went To Heaven
I went to heaven,--'T was a small town,Lit with a ruby,Lathed with down.Stiller than the fieldsAt the full dew,Beautiful as picturesNo man..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared
73Who never lost, are unpreparedA Coronet to find!Who never thirstedFlagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league—Can such a foot..
© Emily Dickinson
If It Had No Pencil
921If it had no pencilWould it try mine—Worn—now—and dull—sweet,Writing much to thee.If it had no word,Would it make the Daisy,Most as big as I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cannot Buy It—'Tis Not Sold
840I cannot buy it—'tis not sold—There is no other in the World—Mine was the only oneI was so happy I forgotTo shut the Door And it went outAnd I am..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet
563I could not prove the Years had feet—Yet confident they runAm I, from symptoms that are pastAnd Series that are done—I find my feet have further..
© Emily Dickinson
The Dying Need But Little, Dear
The dying need but little, dear,--A glass of water's all,A flower's unobtrusive faceTo punctuate the wall,A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,And..
© Emily Dickinson
The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek
208The Rose did caper on her cheek—Her Bodice rose and fell—Her pretty speech—like drunken men—Did stagger pitiful—Her fingers fumbled at her..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Hoped, I Recollect
768When I hoped, I recollectJust the place I stood—At a Window facing West—Roughest Air—was good—Not a Sleet could bite me—Not a frost could..
© Emily Dickinson
We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple
We like March, his shoes are purple,He is new and high;Makes he mud for dog and peddler,Makes he forest dry;Knows the adder's tongue his coming,And..
© Emily Dickinson
I Found The Phrase To Every Thought
I found the phrase to every thoughtI ever had, but one;And that defies me,--as a handDid try to chalk the sunTo races nurtured in the dark;--How..
© Emily Dickinson
We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower
81We should not mind so small a flower—Except it quiet bringOur little garden that we lostBack to the Lawn again.So spicy her Carnations nod—So..
© Emily Dickinson
The Judge Is Like The Owl
699The Judge is like the Owl—I've heard my Father tell—And Owls do build in Oaks—So here's an Amber Sill—That slanted in my Path—When going to the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Die—takes Just A Little While
To die—takes just a little while—They say it doesn't hurt—It's only fainter—by degrees—And then—it's out of sight—A darker Ribbon—for a Day—A Crape..
© Emily Dickinson
Had I Not This, Or This, I Said
904Had I not This, or This, I said,Appealing to Myself,In moment of prosperity—Inadequate—were Life—"Thou hast not Me, nor Me"—it said,In Moment of..
© Emily Dickinson