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").
Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men
796Who Giants know, with lesser MenAre incomplete, and shy—For Greatness, that is ill at easeIn minor Company—A Smaller, could not be perturbed—The..
© Emily Dickinson
This Dust, And Its Feature
936This Dust, and its Feature—Accredited—Today—Will in a second Future—Cease to identify—This Mind, and its measure—A too minute AreaFor its enlarged..
© Emily Dickinson
The Guest Is Gold And Crimson
15The Guest is gold and crimson—An Opal guest and gray—Of Ermine is his doublet—His Capuchin gay—He reaches town at nightfall—He stops at every..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is An Arid Pleasure
782There is an arid Pleasure—As different from Joy—As Frost is different from Dew—Like element—are they—Yet one—rejoices Flowers—And one—the Flowers..
© Emily Dickinson
The Red—blaze—is The Morning
469The Red—Blaze—is the Morning—The Violet—is Noon—The Yellow—Day—is falling—And after that—is none—But Miles of Sparks—at Evening—Reveal the Width..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee
881I've none to tell me to but TheeSo when Thou failest, nobody.It was a little tie—It just held Two, nor those it heldSince Somewhere thy sweet Face..
© Emily Dickinson
The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film
The thought beneath so slight a filmIs more distincly seen, --As laces just reveal the surge,Or mists the Apennine.
© Emily Dickinson
The White Heat
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door --Red -- is the Fire's common tint --But when the vivid OreHas vanquished Flame's..
© Emily Dickinson
No Matter—now—sweet
704No matter—now—Sweet—But when I'm Earl—Won't you wish you'd spokenTo that dull Girl?Trivial a Word—just—Trivial—a Smile—But won't you wish you'd..
© Emily Dickinson
The Martyr Poets—did Not Tell
544The Martyr Poets—did not tell—But wrought their Pang in syllable—That when their mortal name be numb—Their mortal fate—encourage Some—The Martyr..
© Emily Dickinson
The Show Is Not The Show
The show is not the show,But they that go.Menagerie to meMy neighbor be.Fair play--Both went to see.
© Emily Dickinson
The Hallowing Of Pain
772The hallowing of PainLike hallowing of Heaven,Obtains at a corporeal cost—The Summit is not givenTo Him who strives severeAt middle of the..
© Emily Dickinson
Jesus! Thy Crucifix
225Jesus! thy CrucifixEnable thee to guessThe smaller size!Jesus! thy second faceMind thee in ParadiseOf ours!
© Emily Dickinson
I Should Have Been Too Glad, I See
313I should have been too glad, I see—Too lifted—for the scant degreeOf Life's penurious Round—My little Circuit would have shamedThis new..
© Emily Dickinson
The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear
733The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.We actually HearWhen We inspect—that's audible—That is admitted—Here—For other Services—as Sound—There hangs a..
© Emily Dickinson
Those Who Have Been In The Grave The Longest
922Those who have been in the Grave the longest—Those who begin Today—Equally perish from our Practise—Death is the other way—Foot of the Bold did..
© Emily Dickinson
We Miss Her, Not Because We See
993We miss Her, not because We see—The Absence of an Eye—Except its Mind accompanyAbridge SocietyAs slightly as the Routes of Stars—Ourselves—asleep..
© Emily Dickinson
The Zeroes—taught Us—phosphorous
689The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous—We learned to like the FireBy playing Glaciers—when a Boy—And Tinder—guessed—by powerOf Opposite—to balance..
© Emily Dickinson
Out Of Sight? What Of That?
703Out of sight? What of that?See the Bird—reach it!Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep—Round the Steep Air—Danger! What is that to Her?Better 'tis to..
© Emily Dickinson
The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes
955The Hollows round His eager EyesWere Pages where to readPathetic Histories—althoughHimself had not complained.Biography to All who passedOf..
© Emily Dickinson
We See&Mdash;Comparatively
534We see—Comparatively—The Thing so towering highWe could not grasp its segmentUnaided—Yesterday—This Morning's finer Verdict—Makes scarcely worth..
© Emily Dickinson
Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop
FATE slew him, but he did not drop;She felled—he did not fall—Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—He neutralized them all.She stung him, sapped his..
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly Upon The Sky
The Butterfly upon the Sky,That doesn't know its NameAnd hasn't any tax to payAnd hasn't any HomeIs just as high as you and I,And higher, I..
© Emily Dickinson
This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes
266This—is the land—the Sunset washes—These—are the Banks of the Yellow Sea—Where it rose—or whither it rushes—These—are the Western Mystery!Night..
© Emily Dickinson
The Rhine Was Red.
The Rhine was red with humane blood,The Danube roll'd a purple tide,On the Euphrates Satan stoodAnd over Asia stretch'd his pride.He wither'd up..
© William Blake