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").
Again&Mdash;His Voice Is At The Door
663Again—his voice is at the door—I feel the old Degree—I hear him ask the servantFor such an one—as me—I take a flower—as I go—My face to justify—He..
© 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
Fame Is A Bee
1763Fame is a bee.It has a song—It has a sting—Ah, too, it has a wing.
© Emily Dickinson
By The Sea
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me.And frigates in the upper floorExtended hempen..
© Emily Dickinson
I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died;
I heard a fly buzz when I died;The stillness round my formWas like the stillness in the airBetween the heaves of storm.The eyes beside had wrung them..
© Emily Dickinson
A Solemn Thing Within The Soul
483A Solemn thing within the SoulTo feel itself get ripe—And golden hang—while farther up—The Maker's Ladders stop—And in the Orchard far below—You..
© Emily Dickinson
Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift!
30Adrift! A little boat adrift!And night is coming down!Will no one guide a little boatUnto the nearest town?So Sailors say—on yesterday—Just as the..
© Emily Dickinson
An English Breeze
UP with the sun, the breeze arose,Across the talking corn she goes,And smooth she rustles far and wideThrough all the voiceful countryside.Through..
© Emily Dickinson
Dying! Dying In The Night!
158Dying! Dying in the night!Won't somebody bring the lightSo I can see which way to goInto the everlasting snow?And "Jesus"! Where is Jesus..
© Emily Dickinson
Summer Shower
A drop fell on the apple tree,Another on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.A few went out to help the brook,That..
© Emily Dickinson
We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
We grow accustomed to the Dark -When light is put away -As when the Neighbor holds the LampTo witness her Goodbye -A Moment - We uncertain stepFor..
© Emily Dickinson
A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes
882A Shade upon the mind there passesAs when on NoonA Cloud the mighty Sun enclosesRememberingThat some there be too numb to noticeOh GodWhy give if..
© Emily Dickinson
All The Letters I Can Write
334All the letters I can writeAre not fair as this—Syllables of Velvet—Sentences of Plush,Depths of Ruby, undrained,Hid, Lip, for Thee—Play it were a..
© Emily Dickinson
A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
652A Prison gets to be a friend—Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours—a Kinsmanship express—And in its narrow Eyes—We come to look with gratitudeFor the..
© Emily Dickinson
All But Death, Can Be Adjusted
749All but Death, can be Adjusted—Dynasties repaired—Systems—settled in their Sockets—Citadels—dissolved—Wastes of Lives—resown with ColorsBy..
© Emily Dickinson
A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note
416A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the Lawn—A..
© Emily Dickinson
A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn
19A sepal, petal, and a thornUpon a common summer's morn—A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—A Breeze—a caper in the trees—And I'm a Rose!
© Emily Dickinson
A Something In A Summer's Day
122A something in a summer's DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me.A something in a summer's noon—A depth—an Azure—a..
© Emily Dickinson
Alone, I Cannot Be
298Alone, I cannot be—For Hosts—do visit me—Recordless Company—Who baffle Key—They have no Robes, nor Names—No Almanacs—nor Climes—But general..
© Emily Dickinson
A Route Of Evanescence
A Route of EvanescenceWith a revolving Wheel--A Resonance of Emerald--A Rush of Cochineal--And every Blossom on the BushAdjusts its tumbled Head--The..
© Emily Dickinson
A Still—volcano—life
601A still—Volcano—Life—That flickered in the night—When it was dark enough to doWithout erasing sight—A quiet—Earthquake Style—Too subtle to..
© Emily Dickinson
I Never Saw A Moor
I never saw a moor;I never saw the sea,Yet know I how the heather looksAnd what a billow be.I never spoke with God,Nor visited in heaven.Yet certain..
© Emily Dickinson
Bee! I'M Expecting You!
1035Bee! I'm expecting you!Was saying YesterdayTo Somebody you knowThat you were due—The Frogs got Home last Week—Are settled, and at work—Birds..
© Emily Dickinson
My Life Closed Twice
My life closed twice before its close--It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to meSo huge, so hopeless to conceiveAs these that..
© Emily Dickinson
A Feather From The Whippoorwill
161A feather from the WhippoorwillThat everlasting—sings!Whose galleries—are Sunrise—Whose Opera—the Springs—Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spinOf..
© Emily Dickinson