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").
Come Slowly
Come slowly,EdenLips unused to thee.Bashful, sip thy jasmines,As the fainting bee,Reaching late his flower,Round her chamber hums,Counts his nectars..
© Emily Dickinson
Alter! When The Hills Do
729Alter! When the Hills do—Falter! When the SunQuestion if His GloryBe the Perfect One—Surfeit! When the DaffodilDoth of the Dew—Even as..
© Emily Dickinson
An Hour Is A Sea
825An Hour is a SeaBetween a few, and me—With them would Harbor be—
© Emily Dickinson
Ah, Teneriffe!
666Ah, Teneriffe!Retreating Mountain!Purples of Ages—pause for you—Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—Day—drops you her Red Adieu!Still—Clad in..
© Emily Dickinson
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..
© Emily Dickinson
The Moon Was But A Chin Of Gold
737 The Moon was but a Chin of GoldA Night or two ago—And now she turns Her perfect FaceUpon the World below— Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde—Her..
© Emily Dickinson
An Everywhere Of Silver
An everywhere of silver,With ropes of sandTo keep it from effacingThe track called land.
© Emily Dickinson
An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air
198An awful Tempest mashed the air—The clouds were gaunt, and few—A Black—as of a Spectre's CloakHid Heaven and Earth from view.The creatures..
© Emily Dickinson
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
128Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning's flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning leaps—Tell me what time the weaver..
© Emily Dickinson
I Took My Power In My Hand
540I took my Power in my Hand—And went against the World—'Twas not so much as David—had—But I—was twice as bold—I aimed by Pebble—but MyselfWas all..
© Emily Dickinson
Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is
516Beauty—be not caused—It Is—Chase it, and it ceases—Chase it not, and it abides—Overtake the CreasesIn the Meadow—when the WindRuns his fingers..
© Emily Dickinson
T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died.
'T was just this time last year I died.I know I heard the corn,When I was carried by the farms,--It had the tassels on.I thought how yellow it would..
© Emily Dickinson
A Planted Life&Mdash;Diversified
806A Planted Life—diversifiedWith Gold and Silver PainTo prove the presence of the OreIn Particles—'tis whenA Value struggle—it exist—A Power—will..
© Emily Dickinson
All I May, If Small
819All I may, if small,Do it not displayLarger for the Totalness—'Tis EconomyTo bestow a WorldAnd withhold a Star—Utmost, is Munificence—Less, tho'..
© Emily Dickinson
Your Riches—taught Me—poverty
299Your Riches—taught me—Poverty.Myself—a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre—You drifted your Dominions—A..
© Emily Dickinson
As If Some Little Arctic Flower
180As if some little Arctic flowerUpon the polar hem—Went wandering down the LatitudesUntil it puzzled cameTo continents of summer—To firmaments of..
© Emily Dickinson
Abraham To Kill Him
Abraham to kill himWas distinctly told—Isaac was an Urchin—Abraham was old—Not a hesitation—Abraham complied—Flattered by ObeisanceTyranny..
© Emily Dickinson
Bless God, He Went As Soldiers
147Bless God, he went as soldiers,His musket on his breast—Grant God, he charge the bravestOf all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold himIn..
© Emily Dickinson
You Taught Me Waiting With Myself
740You taught me Waiting with Myself—Appointment strictly kept—You taught me fortitude of Fate—This—also—I have learnt—An Altitude of Death, that..
© Emily Dickinson
I Like A Look Of Agony
241I like a look of Agony,Because I know it's true—Men do not sham Convulsion,Nor simulate, a Throe—The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—Impossible..
© Emily Dickinson
All Overgrown By Cunning Moss
148All overgrown by cunning moss,All interspersed with weed,The little cage of "Currer Bell"In quiet "Haworth" laid.Gathered from many..
© Emily Dickinson
Apology For Her
852Apology for HerBe rendered by the Bee—Herself, without a ParliamentApology for Me.
© Emily Dickinson
A Solemn Thing&Mdash;It Was&Mdash;I Said
271A solemn thing—it was—I said—A woman—white—to be—And wear—if God should count me fit—Her blameless mystery—A hallowed thing—to drop a lifeInto the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky
632The Brain—is wider than the Sky—For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith ease—and You—beside—The Brain is deeper than the..
© Emily Dickinson
Absent Place&Mdash;An April Day
927Absent Place—an April Day—Daffodils a-blowHomesick curiosityTo the Souls that snow—Drift may block within itDeeper than without—Daffodil delight..
© Emily Dickinson