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").
There Is A Morn By Men Unseen
24There is a morn by men unseen—Whose maids upon remoter greenKeep their Seraphic May—And all day long, with dance and game,And gambol I may never..
© Emily Dickinson
Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test
823Not that We did, shall be the testWhen Act and Will are doneBut what Our Lord infers We wouldHad We diviner been—
© Emily Dickinson
The Lamp Burns Sure—within
233The Lamp burns sure—within—Tho' Serfs—supply the Oil—It matters not the busy Wick—At her phosphoric toil!The Slave—forgets—to fill—The Lamp—burns..
© Emily Dickinson
Severer Service Of Myself
786Severer Service of myselfI—hastened to demandTo fill the awful VacuumYour life had left behind—I worried Nature with my WheelsWhen Hers had ceased..
© Emily Dickinson
My Best Acquaintances Are Those
932My best Acquaintances are thoseWith Whom I spoke no Word—The Stars that stated come to TownEsteemed Me never rudeAlthough to their Celestial CallI..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red
595Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the RedAt Bases of the Trees—The far Theatricals of DayExhibiting—to These—'Twas Universe—that did applaud—While..
© Emily Dickinson
The Tint I Cannot Take—is Best
627The Tint I cannot take—is best—The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar—A Guinea at a sight—The fine—impalpable Array—That swaggers on..
© Emily Dickinson
Morns Like These—we Parted
27Morns like these—we parted—Noons like these—she rose—Fluttering first—then firmerTo her fair repose.Never did she lisp it—It was not for me—She—was..
© Emily Dickinson
This Was In The White Of The Year
995This was in the White of the Year—That—was in the Green—Drifts were as difficult then to thinkAs Daisies now to be seen—Looking back is best that..
© Emily Dickinson
The Heart Has Narrow Banks
928The Heart has narrow BanksIt measures like the SeaIn mighty—unremitting BassAnd Blue MonotonyTill Hurricane bisectAnd as itself discernsIts..
© Emily Dickinson
The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot
423The Months have ends—the Years—a knot—No Power can untieTo stretch a little furtherA Skein of Misery—The Earth lays back these tired livesIn her..
© Emily Dickinson
When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
222When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,When Katie kneels, their loving hands..
© Emily Dickinson
No Other Can Reduce
982No Other can reduceOur mortal ConsequenceLike the remembering it be noughtA Period from henceBut Contemplation forContemporaneous NoughtOur Single..
© Emily Dickinson
Let Us Play Yesterday
728Let Us play Yesterday—I—the Girl at school—You—and Eternity—theUntold Tale—Easing my famineAt my Lexicon—Logarithm—had I—for Drink—'Twas a dry..
© Emily Dickinson
The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487)
The Savior must have beenA docile Gentleman—To come so far so cold a DayFor little Fellowmen—The Road to BethlehemSince He and I were BoysWas..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ll Send The Feather From My Hat!
687I'll send the feather from my Hat!Who knows—but at the sight of thatMy Sovereign will relent?As trinket—worn by faded Child—Confronting eyes..
© Emily Dickinson
My First Well Day—since Many Ill
574My first well Day—since many ill—I asked to go abroad,And take the Sunshine in my hands,And see the things in Pod—A 'blossom just when I went inTo..
© Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee
961Wert Thou but ill—that I might show theeHow long a Day I could endureThough thine attention stop not on meNor the least signal, Me assure—Wert..
© Emily Dickinson
They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day
874They won't frown always—some sweet DayWhen I forget to tease—They'll recollect how cold I lookedAnd how I just said "Please."Then They will hasten..
© Emily Dickinson
Just As He Spoke It From His Hands
848Just as He spoke it from his HandsThis Edifice remain—A Turret more, a Turret lessDishonor his Design—According as his skill preferIt perish, or..
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin For The Crumb
864The Robin for the CrumbReturns no syllableBut long records the Lady's nameIn Silver Chronicle.
© Emily Dickinson
The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me
493The World—stands—solemner—to me—Since I was wed—to Him—A modesty befits the soulThat bears another's—name—A doubt—if it be fair—indeed—To wear..
© Emily Dickinson
If What We Could&Mdash;Were What We Would
407If What we could—were what we would—Criterion—be small—It is the Ultimate of Talk—The Impotence to Tell—
© Emily Dickinson
Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe
896Of Silken Speech and Specious ShoeA Traitor is the BeeHis service to the newest GracePresent continuallyHis Suit a chanceHis Troth a..
© Emily Dickinson
If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
358If any sink, assure that this, now standing—Failed like Themselves—and conscious that it rose—Grew by the Fact, and not the UnderstandingHow..
© Emily Dickinson