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").
Great Caesar! Condescend
102Great Caesar! CondescendThe Daisy, to receive,Gathered by Cato's Daughter,With your majestic leave!
© Emily Dickinson
Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead
649Her Sweet turn to leave the HomesteadCame the Darker Way—Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too—But for Holiday'Tis more pitiful EndeavorThan did Loaded..
© Emily Dickinson
I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know
I lived on dread; to those who knowThe stimulus there isIn danger, other impetusIs numb and vital-less.As't were a spur upon the soul,A fear will..
© Emily Dickinson
On Such A Night, Or Such A Night
146On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair—So quiet—Oh how quiet,That nobody might..
© Emily Dickinson
Musicians Wrestle Everywhere
157Musicians wrestle everywhere—All day—among the crowded airI hear the silver strife—And—walking—long before the morn—Such transport breaks upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea
52Whether my bark went down at sea—Whether she met with gales—Whether to isles enchantedShe bent her docile sails—By what mystic mooringShe is held..
© Emily Dickinson
I Was The Slightest In The House
486I was the slightest in the House—I took the smallest Room—At night, my little Lamp, and Book—And one Geranium—So stationed I could catch the..
© Emily Dickinson
The World&Mdash;Feels Dusty
715The World—feels DustyWhen We stop to Die—We want the Dew—then—Honors—taste dry—Flags—vex a Dying face—But the least FanStirred by a friend's..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Good&Mdash;The Looking Back On Grief
660'Tis good—the looking back on Grief—To re-endure a Day—We thought the Mighty Funeral—Of All Conceived Joy—To recollect how Busy GrassDid..
© Emily Dickinson
What Inn Is This
115What Inn is thisWhere for the nightPeculiar Traveller comes?Who is the Landlord?Where the maids?Behold, what curious rooms!No ruddy fires on the..
© Emily Dickinson
Never For Society
746Never for SocietyHe shall seek in vain—Who His own acquaintanceCultivate—Of MenWiser Men may weary—But the Man withinNever knew Satiety—Better..
© Emily Dickinson
Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
802Time feels so vast that were it notFor an Eternity—I fear me this CircumferenceEngross my Finity—To His exclusion, who prepareBy Processes of..
© Emily Dickinson
Pain&Mdash;Expands The Time
967Pain—expands the Time—Ages coil withinThe minute CircumferenceOf a single Brain—Pain contracts—the Time—Occupied with ShotGamuts of EternitiesAre..
© Emily Dickinson
The Service Without Hope
779The Service without Hope—Is tenderest, I think—Because 'tis unsustainedBy stint—Rewarded Work—Has impetus of Gain—And impetus of Goal—There is no..
© Emily Dickinson
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
509If anybody's friend be deadIt's sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive—At such and such a time—Their costume, of a Sunday,Some..
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early
717The Beggar Lad—dies early—It's Somewhat in the Cold—And Somewhat in the Trudging feet—And haply, in the World—The Cruel—smiling—bowing World—That..
© Emily Dickinson
I Read My Sentence—steadily
412I read my sentence—steadily—Reviewed it with my eyes,To see that I made no mistakeIn its extremest clause—The Date, and manner, of the shame—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Renunciation
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --The letting goA Presence -- for an Expectation --Not now --The putting out of Eyes --Just Sunrise --Lest Day..
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow That Never Drifts
The Snow that never drifts -The transient, fragrant snowThat comes a single time a YearIs softly driving now -So thorough in the TreeAt night beneath..
© Emily Dickinson
The Only News I Know
827The Only News I knowIs Bulletins all DayFrom Immortality.The Only Shows I see—Tomorrow and Today—Perchance Eternity—The Only One I meetIs God—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Through The Dark Sod—as Education
Through the Dark Sod—as Education—The Lily passes sure—Feels her white foot—no trepidation—Her faith—no fear—Afterward—in the Meadow—Swinging her..
© Emily Dickinson
Papa Above!
61Papa above!Regard a MouseO'erpowered by the Cat!Reserve within thy kingdomA "Mansion" for the Rat!Snug in seraphic CupboardsTo nibble all the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds Begun At Four O'Clock
783The Birds begun at Four o'clock—Their period for Dawn—A Music numerous as space—But neighboring as Noon—I could not count their Force—Their Voices..
© Emily Dickinson
So Bashful When I Spied Her!
91So bashful when I spied her!So pretty—so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find—So breathless till I passed here—So helpless when I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Shall Keep Singing!
250I shall keep singing!Birds will pass meOn their way to Yellower Climes—Each—with a Robin's expectation—I—with my Redbreast—And my Rhymes—Late—when..
© Emily Dickinson