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").
'Arcturus' Is His Other Name
70'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
I'M Nobody! Who Are You?
I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!They'd banish -- you know!How dreary to be somebody!How public..
© Emily Dickinson
A Dying Tiger&Mdash;Moaned For Drink
566A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink—I hunted all the Sand—I caught the Dripping of a RockAnd bore it in my Hand—His Mighty Balls—in death were..
© Emily Dickinson
A Coffin—is A Small Domain
A Coffin—is a small Domain,Yet able to containA Citizen of ParadiseIn it diminished Plane.A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—Yet ampler than the Sun—And..
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me
575"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place—And when again, at Dawn,A mighty look runs round the..
© Emily Dickinson
Because I Could Not Stop For Death
Because I could not stop for Death-He kindly stopped for me-The Carriage held but just Ourselves-And Immortality.We slowly drove- He knew no hasteAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach!
239"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!The Apple on the Tree—Provided it do hopeless—hang—That—"Heaven" is—to Me!The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—The..
© Emily Dickinson
A Bird Came Down
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
A Book
There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry.This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress..
© Emily Dickinson
"Faith" Is A Fine Invention
"Faith" is a fine inventionWhen Gentlemen can see—But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency.
© 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
"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?
"Why do I love" You, Sir?Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows—andDo..
© Emily Dickinson
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is..
© Emily Dickinson
You and your whole race
You and your whole race.Look down upon the town in which you liveAnd be ashamed.Look down upon white folksAnd upon yourselvesAnd be ashamedThat such..
© Langston Hughes
Park Bench
I live on a park bench.You, Park Avenue.Hell of a distanceBetween us two.I beg a dime for dinner-You got a butler and maid.But I'm wakin' up!Say..
© Langston Hughes
Thanksgiving Time
When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down,When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and..
© Langston Hughes
Song For A Dark Girl
Way Down South in Dixie(Break the heart of me)They hung my black young loverTo a cross roads tree.Way Down South in Dixie(Bruised body high in air)I..
© Langston Hughes
Feet o' Jesus
At the feet o' Jesus,Sorrow like a sea.Lordy, let yo' mercyCome driftin' down on me.At the feet o' JesusAt yo' feet I stand.O, ma little Jesus,Please..
© Langston Hughes
The City
In the morning the citySpreads its wingsMaking a songIn stone that sings.In the evening the cityGoes to bedHanging lightsAbove its head.
© Langston Hughes
Warning
Negroes,Sweet and docile,Meek, humble and kind:Beware the dayThey change their mind!WindIn the cotton fields,Gentle Breeze:Beware the hourIt uproots..
© Langston Hughes
God
I am God—Without one friend,Alone in my purityWorld without end.Below me young loversTread the sweet ground—But I am God—I cannot come..
© Langston Hughes
Kids Who Die
This is for the kids who die,Black and white,For kids will die certainly.The old and rich will live on awhile,As always,Eating blood and gold,Letting..
© Langston Hughes
Prize Fighter
Only dumb guys fight.If I wasn't dumbI wouldn't be fightin'.I could make six dollars a dayOn the docksAnd I'd save more than I do now.Only dumb guys..
© Langston Hughes
Madam's Past History
My name is Johnson--Madam Alberta K.The Madam stands for business.I'm smart that way.I had aHAIR-DRESSING PARLORBeforeThe depression putThe prices..
© Langston Hughes
Dying Beast
Sensing death,The buzzards gather —Noting the last struggleOf flesh under weather,Noting the last glanceOf agonized eyeAt passing windAnd boundless..
© Langston Hughes