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").

As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night

960As plan for Noon and plan for NightSo differ Life and DeathIn positive Prospective—The Foot upon the EarthAt Distance, and Achievement..

© Emily Dickinson

Finding Is The First Act

870Finding is the first ActThe second, loss,Third, Expedition forThe "Golden Fleece"Fourth, no Discovery—Fifth, no Crew—Finally, no Golden..

© Emily Dickinson

You'Ll Know It—as You Know 'Tis Noon

420You'll know it—as you know 'tis Noon—By Glory—As you do the Sun—By Glory—As you will in Heaven—Know God the Father—and the Son.By intuition..

© Emily Dickinson

I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -A ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst,The news like squirrels ran.The hills untied their bonnets,The..

© Emily Dickinson

Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act

997Crumbling is not an instant's ActA fundamental pauseDilapidation's processesAre organized Decays.'Tis first a Cobweb on the SoulA Cuticle of DustA..

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Funny—to Be A Century

345Funny—to be a Century—And see the People—going by—I—should die of the Oddity—But then—I'm not so staid—as He—He keeps His Secrets safely—very—Were..

© Emily Dickinson

s By The Dead We Love To Sit

88As by the dead we love to sit,Become so wondrous dear—As for the lost we grappleTho' all the rest are here—In broken mathematicsWe estimate our..

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Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It

503Better—than Music! For I—who heard it—I was used—to the Birds—before—This—was different—'Twas Translation—Of all tunes I knew—and more—'Twasn't..

© Emily Dickinson

Departed To The Judgment

Departed to the judgment,A mighty afternoon;Great clouds like ushers leaning,Creation looking on.The flesh surrendered, cancelledThe bodiless..

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As Everywhere Of Silver

884As Everywhere of SilverWith Ropes of SandTo keep it from effacingThe Track called Land.

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Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting

748Autumn—overlooked my Knitting—Dyes—said He—have I—Could disparage a Flamingo—Show Me them—said I—Cochineal—I chose—for deemingIt resemble Thee—And..

© Emily Dickinson

All Forgot For Recollecting

966All forgot for recollectingJust a paltry One—All forsook, for just a Stranger'sNew Accompanying—Grace of Wealth, and Grace of StationLess..

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The Bustle In A House

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,--The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall..

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Bereavement In Their Death To Feel

645Bereavement in their death to feelWhom We have never seen—A Vital Kinsmanship importOur Soul and theirs—between—For Stranger—Strangers do not..

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Beclouded

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rutDebates if it will go.A narrow wind complains all dayHow..

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Before I Got My Eye Put Out

327Before I got my eye put outI liked as well to see—As other Creatures, that have EyesAnd know no other way—But were it told to me—Today—That I..

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'Tis So Much Joy!

172'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!If I should fail, what poverty!And yet, as poor as I,Have ventured all upon a throw!Have gained! Yes! Hesitated..

© Emily Dickinson

First Robin

I dreaded that first robin so,But he is mastered now,And I'm accustomed to him grown,--He hurts a little, though.I thought if I could only liveTill..

© Emily Dickinson

Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant

Death sets a thing significantThe eye had hurried by,Except a perished creatureEntreat us tenderlyTo ponder little workmanshipsIn crayon or in..

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A Single Screw Of Flesh

263Is all that pins the SoulThat stands for Deity, to Mine,Upon my side the Veil—Once witnessed of the Gauze—Its name is put awayAs far from mine, as..

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There's A Certain Slant Of Light (258)

There's a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons--That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes--Heavenly Hurt, it gives us--We can find no..

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Sunset At Night—is Natural

415Sunset at Night—is natural—But Sunset on the DawnReverses Nature—Master—So Midnight's—due—at Noon.Eclipses be—predicted—And Science bows them..

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Faith

'Faith' is a fine inventionWhen Gentlemen can see—But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency.

© Emily Dickinson

Before You Thought Of Spring

Before you thought of spring,Except as a surmise,You see, God bless his suddenness,A fellow in the skiesOf independent hues,A little..

© Emily Dickinson

For Each Ecstatic Instant

For each ecstatic instantWe must an anguish payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ectasty.For each beloved hourSharp pittances of years,Bitter..

© Emily Dickinson