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").
An Altered Look About The Hills
140An altered look about the hills—A Tyrian light the village fills—A wider sunrise in the morn—A deeper twilight on the lawn—A print of a vermillion..
© Emily Dickinson
A Nearness To Tremendousness
963A nearness to Tremendousness—An Agony procures—Affliction ranges Boundlessness—Vicinity to LawsContentment's quiet Suburb—Affliction cannot stayIn..
© Emily Dickinson
A Toad Can Die Of Light!
A toad can die of light!Death is the common rightOf toads and men,--Of earl and midgeThe privilege.Why swagger then?The gnat's supremacyIs large as..
© Emily Dickinson
I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)
I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, Eyes--I wonder if It weighs like Mine--Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long--Or did..
© Emily Dickinson
I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain (280)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading--treading--till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through--And when they all were..
© Emily Dickinson
To Make A Prairie (1755)
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee.And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.
© Emily Dickinson
Death Is A Dialogue Between
976Death is a Dialogue betweenThe Spirit and the Dust.'Dissolve' says Death—The Spirit 'SirI have another Trust'—Death doubts it—Argues from the..
© Emily Dickinson
You left me—Sire—two Legacies
644You left me—Sire—two Legacies—A Legacy of LoveA Heavenly Father would sufficeHad He the offer of—You left me Boundaries of Pain—Capacious as the..
© Emily Dickinson
Apparently With No Surprise
Apparently with no surprise,To any happy flower,The frost beheads it at its play,In accidental power.The blond assassin passes on.The sun proceeds..
© Emily Dickinson
A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day
A thought went up my mind to-dayThat I have had before,But did not finish,--some way back,I could not fix the year,Nor where it went, nor why it..
© Emily Dickinson
Absence Disembodies—so Does Death
860Absence disembodies—so does DeathHiding individuals from the EarthSuperposition helps, as well as love—Tenderness decreases as we prove—
© Emily Dickinson
Bird
A bird came down the walk:He did not know I saw;He bit an angle-worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw.And then he drank a dewFrom a convenient..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
The Soul selects her own Society --Then -- shuts the Door --To her divine Majority --Present no more --Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing..
© Emily Dickinson
You'Re Right—
234You're right—"the way is narrow"—And "difficult the Gate"—And "few there be"—Correct again—That "enter in—thereat"—'Tis Costly—So are purples!'Tis..
© Emily Dickinson
Faith—is The Pierless Bridge
915Faith—is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not—Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked..
© Emily Dickinson
As If The Sea Should Part
695As if the Sea should partAnd show a further Sea—And that—a further—and the ThreeBut a presumption be—Of Periods of Seas—Unvisited of..
© Emily Dickinson
Chartless
I never saw a moor,I never saw the sea;Yet now I know how the heather looks,And what a wave must be.I never spoke with God,Nor visited in Heaven;Yet..
© Emily Dickinson
I Dwell In Possibility
657I dwell in Possibility—A fairer House than Prose—More numerous of Windows—Superior—for Doors—Of Chambers as the Cedars—Impregnable of Eye—And for..
© Emily Dickinson
A Night&Mdash;There Lay The Days Between
471A Night—there lay the Days between—The Day that was Before—And Day that was Behind—were one—And now—'twas Night—was here—Slow—Night—that must be..
© Emily Dickinson
A Wife&Mdash;At Daybreak I Shall Be
461A Wife—at daybreak I shall be—Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride—Then—Midnight, I..
© Emily Dickinson
A Precious—mouldering Pleasure
371A precious—mouldering pleasure—'tis—To meet an Antique Book—In just the Dress his Century wore—A privilege—I think—His venerable Hand to take—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Always Mine!
839Always Mine!No more Vacation!Term of Light this Day begun!Failless as the fair rotationOf the Seasons and the Sun.Old the Grace, but new the..
© Emily Dickinson
Will There Really Be A "Morning"?
101Will there really be a "Morning"?Is there such a thing as "Day"?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they?Has it feet like Water..
© Emily Dickinson
Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense -To a discerning Eye -Much Sense - the starkest Madness -`Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail -Assent - and..
© Emily Dickinson
Behind Me Dips Eternity
721Behind Me—dips Eternity—Before Me—Immortality—Myself—the Term between—Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,Dissolving into Dawn away,Before the..
© Emily Dickinson