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 Battlefield
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the JuneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the..
© Emily Dickinson
There comes a warning like a spy
There comes a warning like a spyA shorter breath of DayA stealing that is not a stealthAnd Summers are away
© Emily Dickinson
Escape is such a thankful Word
Escape is such a thankful WordI often in the NightConsider it unto myselfNo spectacle in sightEscape - it is the BasketIn which the Heart is..
© Emily Dickinson
I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick
708I sometimes drop it, for a Quick—The Thought to be alive—Anonymous Delight to know—And Madder—to conceive—Consoles a Woe so monstrousThat did it..
© Emily Dickinson
Low At My Problem Bending
69Low at my problem bending,Another problem comes—Larger than mine—Serener—Involving statelier sums.I check my busy pencil,My figures file..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Anguish Grander Than Delight
984'Tis Anguish grander than Delight'Tis Resurrection Pain—The meeting Bands of smitten FaceWe questioned to, again.'Tis Transport wild as thrills..
© Emily Dickinson
They Ask But Our Delight
868They ask but our Delight—The Darlings of the SoilAnd grant us all their CountenanceFor a penurious smile.
© Emily Dickinson
Are Friends Delight Or Pain
Are Friends Delight or Pain?Could Bounty but remainRiches were good -But if they only stayAmpler to fly awayRiches are sad.
© Emily Dickinson
These—saw Visions
758These—saw Visions—Latch them softly—These—held Dimples—Smooth them slow—This—addressed departing accents—Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—This—We..
© 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
Who Court Obtain Within Himself
803Who Court obtain within HimselfSees every Man a King—And Poverty of MonarchyIs an interior thing—No Man deposeWhom Fate Ordain—And Who can add a..
© Emily Dickinson
So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
752So the Eyes accost—and sunderIn an Audience—Stamped—occasionally—forever—So may CountenanceEntertain—without addressingCountenance of OneIn a..
© Emily Dickinson
Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room
641Size circumscribes—it has no roomFor petty furniture—The Giant tolerates no GnatFor Ease of Gianture—Repudiates it, all the more—Because intrinsic..
© Emily Dickinson
I Want—it Pleaded—all Its Life
"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—I want—was chief it saidWhen Skill entreated it—the last—And when so newly dead—I could not deem it late—to hearThat..
© Emily Dickinson
The Grace—myself—might Not Obtain
707The Grace—Myself—might not obtain—Confer upon My flower—Refracted but a Countenance—For I—inhabit Her—
© Emily Dickinson
No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
755No Bobolink—reverse His SingingWhen the only TreeEver He minded occupyingBy the Farmer be—Clove to the Root—His Spacious Future—Best..
© Emily Dickinson
Ideals Are The Fairly Oil
983Ideals are the Fairly OilWith which we help the WheelBut when the Vital Axle turnsThe Eye rejects the Oil.
© Emily Dickinson
Of Brussels—it Was Not
Of Brussels—it was not—Of Kidderminster? Nay—The Winds did buy it of the Woods—They—sold it unto meIt was a gentle price—The poorest—could afford—It..
© Emily Dickinson
Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled
681Soil of Flint, if steady tilled—Will refund by Hand—Seed of Palm, by Libyan SunFructified in Sand—
© Emily Dickinson
The Night Was Wide, And Furnished Scant
589The Night was wide, and furnished scantWith but a single Star—That often as a Cloud it met—Blew out itself—for fear—The Wind pursued the little..
© Emily Dickinson
I Sing To Use The Waiting
850I sing to use the WaitingMy Bonnet but to tieAnd shut the Door unto my HouseNo more to do have ITill His best step approachingWe journey to the..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is A Shame Of Nobleness
551There is a Shame of Nobleness—Confronting Sudden Pelf—A finer Shame of Ecstasy—Convicted of Itself—A best Disgrace—a Brave Man..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes
183I've heard an Organ talk, sometimesIn a Cathedral Aisle,And understood no word it said—Yet held my breath, the while—And risen up—and gone away,A..
© Emily Dickinson
'Ve Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know
224I've nothing else—to bring, You know—So I keep bringing These—Just as the Night keeps fetching StarsTo our familiar eyes—Maybe, we shouldn't mind..
© Emily Dickinson
These Tested Our Horizon
886These tested Our Horizon—Then disappearedAs Birds before achievingA Latitude.Our Retrospection of ThemA fixed Delight,But our AnticipationA Dice—a..
© Emily Dickinson