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").
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
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