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").
Each Scar I'Ll Keep For Him
877Each Scar I'll keep for HimInstead I'll say of GemIn His long Absence wornA Costlier oneBut every Tear I boreWere He to count them o'erHis own..
© Emily Dickinson
Garland For Queens, May Be
34Garland for Queens, may be—Laurels—for rare degreeOf soul or sword.Ah—but remembering me—Ah—but remembering thee—Nature in chivalry—Nature in..
© Emily Dickinson
By Such And Such An Offering
38By such and such an offeringTo Mr. So and So,The web of live woven—So martyrs albums show!
© Emily Dickinson
Conjecturing A Climate
562Conjecturing a ClimateOf unsuspended Suns—Adds poignancy to Winter—The Shivering Fancy turnsTo a fictitious CountryTo palliate a Cold—Not obviated..
© Emily Dickinson
Elysium Is As Far As To
Elysium is as far as toThe very nearest RoomIf in that Room a Friend awaitFelicity or Doom--What fortitude the Soul containsThat it can so endureThe..
© Emily Dickinson
Frequently The Wood Are Pink
6Frequently the wood are pink—Frequently are brown.Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see—And as..
© Emily Dickinson
But Little Carmine Hath Her Face
558But little Carmine hath her face—Of Emerald scant—her Gown—Her Beauty—is the love she doth—Itself—exhibit—Mine—
© Emily Dickinson
It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon
978It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon—The Flower—distinct and Red—I, passing, thought another NoonAnother in its steadWill equal glow, and thought..
© Emily Dickinson
Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning
925Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning—Lightning—lets awayPower to perceive His ProcessWith Vitality.Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture—Stone of stolid..
© Emily Dickinson
By Chivalries As Tiny
55By Chivalries as tiny,A Blossom, or a Book,The seeds of smiles are planted—Which blossom in the dark.
© Emily Dickinson
It Struck Me Every Day
It struck me every dayThe lightning was as newAs if the cloud that instant slitAnd let the fire through.It burned me in the night,It blistered in my..
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet&Mdash;Safe&Mdash;Houses
457Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—Houses—Sealed so stately tight—Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble—Locking Bare feet out—Brooks of Plush—in Banks of..
© Emily Dickinson
It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play
244It is easy to work when the soul is at play—But when the soul is in pain—The hearing him put his playthings upMakes work difficult—then—It is..
© Emily Dickinson
Finite—to Fail, But Infinite To Venture
847Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture—For the one ship that struts the shoreMany's the gallant—overwhelmed CreatureNodding in Navies nevermore—
© Emily Dickinson
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
275Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!Why, God, would be contentWith but a fraction of the Life—Poured thee, without a stint—The whole of me—forever—What..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying! To Be Afraid Of Thee
831Dying! To be afraid of theeOne must to thine ArtilleryHave left exposed a Friend—Than thine old Arrow is a ShotDelivered straighter to the..
© Emily Dickinson
Spring Is The Period
844Spring is the PeriodExpress from God.Among the other seasonsHimself abide,But during March and AprilNone stir abroadWithout a cordial..
© Emily Dickinson
Deprived Of Other Banquet
773Deprived of other Banquet,I entertained Myself—At first—a scant nutrition—An insufficient Loaf—But grown by slender addingsTo so esteemed a..
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie
722Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie—Never deny Me—Never fly—Those same unvarying EyesTurn on Me—when I fail—or feign,Or take the Royal names in..
© Emily Dickinson
Nobody Knows This Little Rose
35Nobody knows this little Rose—It might a pilgrim beDid I not take it from the waysAnd lift it up to thee.Only a Bee will miss it—Only a..
© Emily Dickinson
You See I Cannot See—your Lifetime
253You see I cannot see—your lifetime—I must guess—How many times it ache for me—today—Confess—How many times for my far sakeThe brave eyes film—But..
© Emily Dickinson
This Is My Letter To The World
This is my letter to the world,That never wrote to me,-The simple news that Nature told,With tender majestyHer message is committedTo hands I cannot..
© Emily Dickinson
Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon
Two butterflies went out at noonAnd waltzed above a stream,Then stepped straight through the firmamentAnd rested on a beam;And then together bore..
© Emily Dickinson
Fairer Through Fading—as The Day
938Fairer through Fading—as the DayInto the Darkness dips away—Half Her Complexion of the Sun—Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—Rallies Her Glow, like a..
© Emily Dickinson
Arcturus
"Arcturus" is his other name—I'd rather call him "Star."It's very mean of ScienceTo go and interfere!I slew a worm the other day—A "Savant" passing..
© Emily Dickinson