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").
Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart
136Have you got a Brook in your little heart,Where bashful flowers blow,And blushing birds go down to drink,And shadows tremble so—And nobody knows..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas Love—not Me
394'Twas Love—not me—Oh punish—pray—The Real one died for Thee—Just Him—not me—Such Guilt—to love Thee—most!Doom it beyond the Rest—Forgive..
© Emily Dickinson
I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come
I many times thought Peace had comeWhen Peace was far away—As Wrecked Men—deem they sight the Land—At Centre of the Sea—And struggle slacker—but to..
© Emily Dickinson
For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew
309For largest Woman's Hearth I knew—'Tis little I can do—And yet the largest Woman's HeartCould hold an Arrow—too—And so, instructed by my own,I..
© Emily Dickinson
It Don'T Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did
426It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did—I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "Dead."Put it in Latin—left of my school—Seems it don't shriek so—under..
© Emily Dickinson
Drab Habitation Of Whom?
893Drab Habitation of Whom?Tabernacle or Tomb—Or Dome of Worm—Or Porch of Gnome—Or some Elf's Catacomb?
© Emily Dickinson
Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds
141Some, too fragile for winter windsThe thoughtful grave encloses—Tenderly tucking them in from frostBefore their feet are cold.Never the treasures..
© Emily Dickinson
Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave
866Fame is the tine that Scholars leaveUpon their Setting Names—The Iris not of OccidentThat disappears as comes—
© Emily Dickinson
Split The Lark&Mdash;And You'Ll Find The Music
861Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—Scantilly dealt to the Summer MorningSaved for your Ear when Lutes be..
© Emily Dickinson
Forget! The Lady With The Amulet
438Forget! The lady with the AmuletForget she wore it at her HeartBecause she breathed againstWas Treason twixt?Deny! Did Rose her Bee—For Privilege..
© Emily Dickinson
Exhilaration—is Within
383Exhilaration—is within—There can no Outer WineSo royally intoxicateAs that diviner BrandThe Soul achieves—Herself—To drink—or set awayFor..
© Emily Dickinson
Snow Flakes
I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign..
© Emily Dickinson
Each Scar I'Ll Keep For Him
877Each Scar I'll keep for HimInstead I'll say of GemIn His long Absence wornA Costlier oneBut every Tear I boreWere He to count them o'erHis own..
© Emily Dickinson
Garland For Queens, May Be
34Garland for Queens, may be—Laurels—for rare degreeOf soul or sword.Ah—but remembering me—Ah—but remembering thee—Nature in chivalry—Nature in..
© Emily Dickinson
By Such And Such An Offering
38By such and such an offeringTo Mr. So and So,The web of live woven—So martyrs albums show!
© Emily Dickinson
Conjecturing A Climate
562Conjecturing a ClimateOf unsuspended Suns—Adds poignancy to Winter—The Shivering Fancy turnsTo a fictitious CountryTo palliate a Cold—Not obviated..
© Emily Dickinson
Elysium Is As Far As To
Elysium is as far as toThe very nearest RoomIf in that Room a Friend awaitFelicity or Doom--What fortitude the Soul containsThat it can so endureThe..
© Emily Dickinson
Frequently The Wood Are Pink
6Frequently the wood are pink—Frequently are brown.Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see—And as..
© Emily Dickinson
But Little Carmine Hath Her Face
558But little Carmine hath her face—Of Emerald scant—her Gown—Her Beauty—is the love she doth—Itself—exhibit—Mine—
© Emily Dickinson
It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon
978It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon—The Flower—distinct and Red—I, passing, thought another NoonAnother in its steadWill equal glow, and thought..
© Emily Dickinson
Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning
925Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning—Lightning—lets awayPower to perceive His ProcessWith Vitality.Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture—Stone of stolid..
© Emily Dickinson
By Chivalries As Tiny
55By Chivalries as tiny,A Blossom, or a Book,The seeds of smiles are planted—Which blossom in the dark.
© Emily Dickinson
It Struck Me Every Day
It struck me every dayThe lightning was as newAs if the cloud that instant slitAnd let the fire through.It burned me in the night,It blistered in my..
© Emily Dickinson
Sweet&Mdash;Safe&Mdash;Houses
457Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—Houses—Sealed so stately tight—Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble—Locking Bare feet out—Brooks of Plush—in Banks of..
© Emily Dickinson
It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play
244It is easy to work when the soul is at play—But when the soul is in pain—The hearing him put his playthings upMakes work difficult—then—It is..
© Emily Dickinson