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").
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown
The Butterfly's Assumption GownIn Chrysoprase Apartments hungThis afternoon put on -How condescending to descendAnd be of Buttercups the friendIn a..
© Emily Dickinson
One Day Is There Of The Series
814One Day is there of the SeriesTermed Thanksgiving Day.Celebrated part at TablePart in Memory.Neither Patriarch nor PussyI dissect the PlaySeems it..
© Emily Dickinson
Hope is a strange invention
Hope is a strange invention -A Patent of the Heart -In unremitting actionYet never wearing out -Of this electric AdjunctNot anything is knownBut its..
© Emily Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious Words
He ate and drank the precious Words -His Spirit grew robust -He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was Dust -He danced along the dingy..
© Emily Dickinson
Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor hasThat lawful orchards mocks;How luscious lies the pea withinThe pod that Duty locks!
© Emily Dickinson
Dear March - Come in
DEAR March, come in!How glad I am!I looked for you before.Put down your hat—You must have walked—How out of breath you are!Dear March, how are..
© Emily Dickinson
Not with a club, the Heart is broken
Not with a club, the Heart is broken,Nor with a stone;A whip, so small you could not see it,I've knownTo lash the magic creatureTill it fell,Yet that..
© Emily Dickinson
How fits his Umber Coat
How fits his Umber CoatThe Tailor of the Nut?Combined without a seamLike Raiment of a Dream -Who spun the Auburn Cloth?Computed how the girth?The..
© Emily Dickinson
Longing is like the Seed
Longing is like the SeedThat wrestles in the Ground,Believing if it intercedeIt shall at length be found.The Hour, and the Clime -Each Circumstance..
© Emily Dickinson
Had we our senses
Had we our sensesBut perhaps 'tis well they're not at HomeSo intimate with MadnessHe's liable with themHad we the eyes without our Head—How well that..
© Emily Dickinson
I Would Distil A Cup
16I would distil a cup,And bear to all my friends,Drinking to her no more astir,By beck, or burn, or moor!
© Emily Dickinson
It Would Never Be Common—more—i Said
430It would never be Common—more—I said—Difference—had begun—Many a bitterness—had been—But that old sort—was done—Or—if it sometime—showed—as..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Took Up The Northern Things
The Wind took up the Northern ThingsAnd piled them in the south -Then gave the East unto the WestAnd opening his mouthThe four Divisions of the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Spry Arms Of The Wind
The spry Arms of the WindIf I could crawl betweenI have an errand imminentTo an adjoining Zone -I should not care to stopMy Process is not longThe..
© Emily Dickinson
All Men For Honor Hardest Work
All men for Honor hardest workBut are not known to earn -Paid after they have ceased to workIn Infamy or Urn
© Emily Dickinson
The Going From A World We Know
The going from a world we knowTo one a wonder stillIs like the child's adversityWhose vista is a hill,Behind the hill is sorceryAnd everything..
© Emily Dickinson
A little Madness in the Spring
A little Madness in the SpringIs wholesome even for the King,But God be with the Clown -Who ponders this tremendous scene -This whole Experiment of..
© Emily Dickinson
I Noticed People Disappeared
I noticed People disappearedWhen but a little child -Supposed they visited remoteOr settled Regions wild -But did because they diedA Fact withheld..
© Emily Dickinson
From The Chrysalis
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,I'm feeling for the air;A dim capacity for wingsDegrades the dress I wear.A power of butterfly must beThe aptitude..
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly In Honored Dust
The Butterfly in honored DustAssuredly will lieBut none will pass the CatacombSo chastened as the Fly
© Emily Dickinson
Declaiming Waters None May Dread
Declaiming Waters none may dread -But Waters that are stillAre so for that most fatal causeIn Nature - they are full
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly Obtains
The butterfly obtainsBut little sympathyThough favorably mentionedIn Entomology -Because he travels freelyAnd wears a proper coatThe circumspect are..
© Emily Dickinson
Proud Of My Broken Heart
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.Proud of the pain, I did not feel? till thee.Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't..
© Emily Dickinson
The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star
The Road was lit with Moon and star -The Trees were bright and still -Descried I - by the distant LightA Traveller on a Hill -To magic..
© Emily Dickinson