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 Railway Train
I like to see it lap the miles,And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;And then, prodigious, stepAround a pile of mountains,And..
© Emily Dickinson
It Makes No Difference Abroad
620It makes no difference abroad—The Seasons—fit—the same—The Mornings blossom into Noons—And split their Pods of Flame—Wild flowers—kindle in the..
© Emily Dickinson
Suspense—is Hostiler Than Death
705Suspense—is Hostiler than Death—Death—tho'soever Broad,Is Just Death, and cannot increase—Suspense—does not conclude—But perishes—to live anew—But..
© Emily Dickinson
Distrustful Of The Gentian
20Distrustful of the Gentian—And just to turn away,The fluttering of her fringesChild my perfidy—Weary for my—————I will singing go—I shall not feel..
© Emily Dickinson
Conscious Am I In My Chamber
679Conscious am I in my Chamber,Of a shapeless friend—He doth not attest by Posture—Nor Confirm—by Word—Neither Place—need I present Him—Fitter..
© Emily Dickinson
Artists Wrestled Here!
110Artists wrestled here!Lo, a tint Cashmere!Lo, a Rose!Student of the Year!For the easel hereSay Repose!
© Emily Dickinson
Except The Heaven Had Come So Near
472Except the Heaven had come so near—So seemed to choose My Door—The Distance would not haunt me so—I had not hoped—before—But just to hear the..
© Emily Dickinson
Could I—then—shut The Door
220Could I—then—shut the door—Lest my beseeching face—at last—Rejected—be—of Her?
© Emily Dickinson
Could—i Do More—for Thee
447Could—I do more—for Thee—Wert Thou a Bumble Bee—Since for the Queen, have I—Nought but Bouquet?
© Emily Dickinson
Exclusion (The Soul Selects Her Own Society)
The soul selects her own society,Then shuts the door;On her divine majorityObtrude no more.Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her low..
© Emily Dickinson
Endow The Living—with The Tears
521Endow the Living—with the Tears—You squander on the Dead,And They were Men and Women—now,Around Your Fireside—Instead of Passive Creatures,Denied..
© Emily Dickinson
The Brain Within It's Groove
The brain within its grooveRuns evenly and true;But let a splinter swerve,'T were easier for youTo put the water backWhen floods have slit the..
© Emily Dickinson
Heart, We Will Forget Him
Heart, we will forget him,You and I, tonight!You must forget the warmth he gave,I will forget the light.When you have done pray tell me,Then I, my..
© Emily Dickinson
Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern's Mouth
590Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth—Widths out of the Sun—And look—and shudder, and block your breath—And deem to be aloneIn such a place, what..
© Emily Dickinson
The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me
111The Bee is not afraid of me.I know the Butterfly.The pretty people in the WoodsReceive me cordially—The Brooks laugh louder when I come—The..
© Emily Dickinson
For This—accepted Breath
195For this—accepted Breath—Through it—compete with Death—The fellow cannot touch this Crown—By it—my title take—Ah, what a royal sakeTo my..
© Emily Dickinson
It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for..
© Emily Dickinson
At Last, To Be Identified!
174At last, to be identified!At last, the lamps upon thy sideThe rest of Life to see!Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star!Past Sunrise!Ah, What..
© Emily Dickinson
By My Window Have I For Scenery
797By my Window have I for SceneryJust a Sea—with a Stem—If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a "Pine"—The Opinion will serve—for them—It has no Port..
© Emily Dickinson
Except To Heaven, She Is Nought
154Except to Heaven, she is nought.Except for Angels—lone.Except to some wide-wandering BeeA flower superfluous blown.Except for..
© Emily Dickinson
Nature Is What We See—
'Nature' is what we see—The Hill—the Afternoon—Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—Nay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the..
© Emily Dickinson
Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle
213Did the Harebell loose her girdleTo the lover BeeWould the Bee the Harebell hallowMuch as formerly?Did the "Paradise"—persuaded—Yield her moat of..
© Emily Dickinson
Expectation—is Contentment
807Expectation—is Contentment—Gain—Satiety—But Satiety—ConvictionOf NecessityOf an Austere trait in Pleasure—Good, without alarmIs a too established..
© Emily Dickinson
Each Second Is The Last
879Each Second is the lastPerhaps, recalls the ManJust measuring unconsciousnessThe Sea and Spar between.To fail within a Chance—How terribler a..
© Emily Dickinson
It Was Given To Me By The Gods
454It was given to me by the Gods—When I was a little Girl—They given us Presents most—you know—When we are new—and small.I kept it in my Hand—I..
© Emily Dickinson