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").
No Notice Gave She, But A Change
804No Notice gave She, but a Change—No Message, but a Sigh—For Whom, the Time did not sufficeThat She should specify.She was not warm, though Summer..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Was Small, A Woman Died
596When I was small, a Woman died—Today—her Only BoyWent up from the Potomac—His face all VictoryTo look at her—How slowlyThe Seasons must have..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul That Hath A Guest
674The Soul that hath a GuestDoth seldom go abroad—Diviner Crowd at Home—Obliterate the need—And Courtesy forbidA Host's departure whenUpon Himself..
© Emily Dickinson
What Would I Give To See His Face?
247What would I give to see his face?I'd give—I'd give my life—of course—But that is not enough!Stop just a minute—let me think!I'd give my biggest..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul's Superior Instants
306The Soul's Superior instantsOccur to Her—alone—When friend—and Earth's occasionHave infinite withdrawn—Or She—Herself—ascendedTo too remote a..
© Emily Dickinson
Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering
792Through the strait pass of suffering—The Martyrs—even—trod.Their feet—upon Temptations—Their faces—upon God—A..
© Emily Dickinson
Over The Fence
251Over the fence—Strawberries—grow—Over the fence—I could climb—if I tried, I know—Berries are nice!But—if I stained my Apron—God would certainly..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent
243I've known a Heaven, like a Tent—To wrap its shining Yards—Pluck up its stakes, and disappear—Without the sound of BoardsOr Rip of Nail—Or..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge
888When I have seen the Sun emergeFrom His amazing House—And leave a Day at every DoorA Deed, in every place—Without the incident of FameOr accident..
© Emily Dickinson
One Life Of So Much Consequence!
270One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I—for it—would pay—My Soul's entire income—In ceaseless—salary—One Pearl—to me—so signal—That I would instant..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—today
316The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today—Further than that—Nor stop to play with the Hay—Nor joggle a Hat—He's a transitive fellow—very—Rely on..
© Emily Dickinson
Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So
462Why make it doubt—it hurts it so—So sick—to guess—So strong—to know—So brave—upon its little BedTo tell the very last They saidUnto Itself—and..
© Emily Dickinson
We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing
230We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—'Tisn't all Hock—with us—Life has its Ale—But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy—We chant—for cheer—when the..
© Emily Dickinson
Sleep Is Supposed To Be
13Sleep is supposed to beBy souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness..
© Emily Dickinson
No Romance Sold Unto
669No Romance sold untoCould so enthrall a ManAs the perusal ofHis Individual One—'Tis Fiction's—When 'tis small enoughTo Credit—'Tisn't true!
© Emily Dickinson
I Cannot Be Ashamed
914I cannot be ashamedBecause I cannot seeThe love you offer—MagnitudeReverses ModestyAnd I cannot be proudBecause a Height so highInvolves..
© Emily Dickinson
he Spider as an Artist
The Spider as an ArtistHas never been employed -Though his surpassing MeritIs freely certifiedBy every Broom and BridgetThroughout a Christian Land..
© Emily Dickinson
The Murmur Of A Bee
155The Murmur of a BeeA Witchcraft—yieldeth me—If any ask me why—'Twere easier to die—Than tell—The Red upon the HillTaketh away my will—If anybody..
© Emily Dickinson
This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life
858This Chasm, Sweet, upon my lifeI mention it to you,When Sunrise through a fissure dropThe Day must follow too.If we demur, its gaping..
© Emily Dickinson
No Man Can Compass A Despair
477No Man can compass a Despair—As round a Goalless RoadNo faster than a Mile at onceThe Traveller proceed—Unconscious of the Width—Unconscious that..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose
759He fought like those Who've nought to lose—Bestowed Himself to BallsAs One who for a further LifeHad not a further Use—Invited Death—with bold..
© Emily Dickinson
The Fingers Of The Light
1000The Fingers of the LightTapped soft upon the TownWith "I am great and cannot waitSo therefore let me in.""You're soon," the Town replied,"My..
© Emily Dickinson
I Gained It So
359I gained it so—By Climbing slow—By Catching at the Twigs that growBetween the Bliss—and me—It hung so highAs well the SkyAttempt by Strategy—I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had Not Minded—walls
398I had not minded—Walls—Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I'd tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro'..
© Emily Dickinson
His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
916His Feet are shod with Gauze—His Helmet, is of Gold,His Breast, a Single OnyxWith Chrysophrase, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant—His Idleness—a..
© Emily Dickinson