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").
To the bright east she flies
To the bright east she flies,Brothers of ParadiseRemit her home,Without a change of wings,Or Love's convenient things,Enticed to come.Fashioning what..
© Emily Dickinson
Glory is that bright tragic thing
Glory is that bright tragic thingThat for an instantMeans Dominion -Warms some poor nameThat never felt the Sun,Gently replacingIn oblivion
© Emily Dickinson
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
Let me not mar that perfect DreamBy an Auroral stainBut so adjust my daily NightThat it will come again.Not when we know, the Power accosts -The..
© Emily Dickinson
As subtle as tomorrow
As subtle as tomorrowThat never came,A warrant, a conviction
© Emily Dickinson
Down Time's quaint stream
Down Time's quaint streamWithout an oarWe are enforced to sailOur Port a secretOur Perchance a GaleWhat Skipper wouldIncur the RiskWhat Buccaneer..
© Emily Dickinson
There is no Silence in the Earth
There is no Silence in the Earth - so silentAs that enduredWhich uttered, would discourage Natu
© Emily Dickinson
The Earth Has Many Keys
The earth has many keys,Where melody is notIs the unknown peninsula.Beauty is nature's fact.But witness for her land,And witness for her sea,The..
© Emily Dickinson
olcanoes be in Sicily
Volcanoes be in SicilyAnd South AmericaI judge from my Geography -Volcanos nearer hereA Lava step at any timeAm I inclined to climb -A Crater I may..
© Emily Dickinson
March is the Month of Expectation
March is the Month of Expectation.The things we do not know -The Persons of prognosticationAre coming now -We try to show becoming firmness -But..
© Emily Dickinson
Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature
Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature -Gravitates within -Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it -Bit it stir - alone -Each - its difficult IdealMust achieve..
© Emily Dickinson
Is It Too Late To Touch You, Dear?
Is it too late to touch you, Dear?We this moment knew -Love Marine and Love terrene -Love celestial too
© Emily Dickinson
Mine enemy is growing old
MINE enemy is growing old,I have at last revenge.The palate of the hate departs;If any would avenge,Let him be quick, the viand flits,It is a faded..
© Emily Dickinson
It stole along so stealthy
It stole along so stealthySuspicion it was doneWas dim as to the wealthyBeginning not to own
© Emily Dickinson
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -At Evening, it is notAt Morning, in a Truffled HutIt stop opon a SpotAs if it tarried alwaysAnd yet it's whole..
© Emily Dickinson
She could not live upon the Past
She could not live upon the PastThe Present did not know herAnd so she sought this sweet at lastAnd nature gently owned herThe mother that has not a..
© Emily Dickinson
When Memory is full
When Memory is fullPut on the perfect Lid -This Morning's finest syllablePresumptuous Evening said
© Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance
Luck is not chanceIt's ToilFortune's expensive smileIs earnedThe Father of the MineIs that old-fashioned CoinWe spurned
© Emily Dickinson
There is another Loneliness
There is another LonelinessThat many die without -Not want of friend occasions itOr circumstances of LotBut nature, sometimes, sometimes thoughtAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
Rearrange a 'Wife's' affection!
Rearrange a 'Wife's' affection!When they dislocate my Brain!Amputate my freckled Bosom!Make me bearded like a man!Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness..
© Emily Dickinson
His voice decrepit was with Joy
His voice decrepit was with Joy -Her words did totter soHow old the News of Love must beTo make Lips elderlyThat purled a moment since with Glee -Is..
© Emily Dickinson
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
Shall I take thee, the Poet saidTo the propounded word?Be stationed with the CandidatesTill I have finer tried—The Poet searched PhilologyAnd when..
© Emily Dickinson
mage of Light, Adieu
Image of Light, Adieu -Thanks for the interview -So long - so short -Preceptor of the whole -Coeval Cardinal -Impart - Depart
© Emily Dickinson
And with what body do they come
'And with what body do they come?' -Then they do come - Rejoice!What Door - What Hour - Run - run - My Soul!Illuminate the House!'Body!' Then real ..
© Emily Dickinson
Lives He In Any Other World
Lives he in any other worldMy faith cannot replyBefore it was imperative'Twas all distinct to me
© Emily Dickinson
A Wind That Rose
A Wind that roseThough not a LeafIn any Forest stirredBut with itself did cold engageBeyond the Realm of Bird -A Wind that woke a lone DelightLike..
© Emily Dickinson