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").
A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered Heart
78A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—That sat it down to rest—Nor noticed that the Ebbing DayFlowed silver to the West—Nor noticed Night did soft..
©  Emily Dickinson
As Imperceptibly As Grief
1540As imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed away—Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy—A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or..
©  Emily Dickinson
After A Hundred Years
After a hundred yearsNobody knows the place,--Agony, that enacted there,Motionless as peace.Weeds triumphant ranged,Strangers strolled and spelledAt..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill
74A Lady red—amid the HillHer annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—Sweep..
©  Emily Dickinson
Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid?
608Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?Not Death—for who is He?The Porter of my Father's LodgeAs much abasheth me!Of Life? 'Twere odd I fear [a] thingThat..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Mien To Move A Queen
283A Mien to move a Queen—Half Child—Half Heroine—An Orleans in the EyeThat puts its manner byFor humbler CompanyWhen none are nearEven a Tear—Its..
©  Emily Dickinson
A First Mute Coming
702A first Mute Coming—In the Stranger's House—A first fair Going—When the Bells rejoice—A first Exchange—ofWhat hath mingled—been—For Lot—exhibited..
©  Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!Were I with thee,Wild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile the windsTo a heart in port, --Done with the compass,Done with the..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb
159A little bread—a crust—a crumb—A little trust—a demijohn—Can keep the soul alive—Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—Conscious—as old..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Shady Friend For Torrid Days
A shady friend for torrid daysIs easier to findThan one of higher temperatureFor frigid hour of mind.The vane a little to the eastScares muslin souls..
©  Emily Dickinson
Tell All The Truth
Tell all the truth but tell it slant,Success in circuit lies,Too bright for our infirm delightThe truth's superb surprise;As lightning to the..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet
173A fuzzy fellow, without feet,Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the..
©  Emily Dickinson
Ah, Moon—and Star!
240Ah, Moon—and Star!You are very far—But were no oneFarther than you—Do you think I'd stopFor a Firmament—Or a Cubit—or so?I could borrow a BonnetOf..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Happy Lip&Mdash;Breaks Sudden
353A happy lip—breaks sudden—It doesn't state you howIt contemplated—smiling—Just consummated—now—But this one, wears its merrimentSo patient—like a..
©  Emily Dickinson
There Is Another Sky
There is another sky,Ever serene and fair,And there is another sunshine,Though it be darkness there;Never mind faded forests, Austin,Never mind..
©  Emily Dickinson
Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)
Fame is a fickle foodUpon a shifting plateWhose table once aGuest but notThe second time is set.Whose crumbs the crows inspectAnd with ironic cawFlap..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Moth The Hue Of This
841A Moth the hue of thisHaunts Candles in Brazil.Nature's Experience would makeOur Reddest Second pale.Nature is fond, I sometimes think,Of..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Man May Make A Remark
952A Man may make a Remark—In itself—a quiet thingThat may furnish the Fuse unto a SparkIn dormant nature—lain—Let us deport—with skill—Let us..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Little Road Not Made Man
A little road not made of man,Enabled of the eye,Accessible to thill of bee,Or cart of butterfly.If town it have, beyond itself,'T is that I cannot..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Little East Of Jordan
59A little East of Jordan,Evangelists record,A Gymnast and an AngelDid wrestle long and hard—Till morning touching mountain—And Jacob, waxing..
©  Emily Dickinson
After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
After great pain, a formal feeling comes--The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs--The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,And Yesterday, or..
©  Emily Dickinson
A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep
A long, long sleep, a famous sleepThat makes no show for dawnBy strech of limb or stir of lid, -An independent one.Was ever idleness like this?Within..
©  Emily Dickinson
A House Upon The Height
399A House upon the Height—That Wagon never reached—No Dead, were ever carried down—No Peddler's Cart—approached—Whose Chimney never smoked—Whose..
©  Emily Dickinson
Sonnet 70: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's..
©  William Shakespeare
Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage…
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit;To thee I send this written embassageTo witness duty, not to show my..
©  William Shakespeare