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").
I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick
I breathed enough to learn the trick,And now, removed from air,I simulate the breath so well,That one, to be quite sureThe lungs are stirless, must..
© Emily Dickinson
The First Day That I Was A Life
902The first Day that I was a LifeI recollect it—How still—That last Day that I was a LifeI recollect it—as well—'Twas stiller—though the firstWas..
© Emily Dickinson
If She Had Been The Mistletoe
44If she had been the MistletoeAnd I had been the Rose—How gay upon your tableMy velvet life to close—Since I am of the Druid,And she is of the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly
105To hang our head—ostensibly—And subsequent, to findThat such was not the postureOf our immortal mind—Affords the sly presumptionThat in so dense a..
© Emily Dickinson
He Found My Being—set It Up
603He found my Being—set it up—Adjusted it to place—Then carved his name—upon it—And bade it to the EastBe faithful—in his absence—And he would come..
© Emily Dickinson
What I See Not, I Better See
939What I see not, I better see—Through Faith—my Hazel EyeHas periods of shutting—But, No lid has Memory—For frequent, all my sense obscuredI equally..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Thoughts—and Just One Heart
It's thoughts—and just One Heart—And Old Sunshine—about—Make frugal—Ones—Content—And two or three—for Company—Upon a Holiday—Crowded—as..
© Emily Dickinson
Those Fair—fictitious People
499Those fair—fictitious People—The Women—plucked awayFrom our familiar Lifetime—The Men of Ivory—Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—Who stay upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
Rehearsal To Ourselves
379Rehearsal to OurselvesOf a Withdrawn Delight—Affords a Bliss like Murder—Omnipotent—Acute—We will not drop the Dirk—Because We love the WoundThe..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had The Glory—that Will Do
349I had the Glory—that will do—An Honor, Thought can turn her toWhen lesser Fames invite—With one long "Nay"—Bliss' early..
© Emily Dickinson
Sexton! My Master's Sleeping Here
96Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.Pray lead me to his bed!I came to build the Bird's nest,And sow the Early seed—That when the snow creeps..
© Emily Dickinson
None Can Experience Sting
771None can experience stingWho Bounty—have not known—The fact of Famine—could not beExcept for Fact of Corn—Want—is a meagre ArtAcquired by..
© Emily Dickinson
Our Little Kinsmen—after Rain
885Our little Kinsmen—after RainIn plenty may be seen,A Pink and Pulpy multitudeThe tepid Ground upon.A needless life, it seemed to meUntil a little..
© Emily Dickinson
Only A Shrine, But Mine
918Only a Shrine, but Mine—I made the Taper shine—Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,Regard a Nun—Thou knowest every Woe—Needless to tell..
© Emily Dickinson
Midsummer, Was It, When They Died
962Midsummer, was it, when They died—A full, and perfect time—The Summer closed upon itselfIn Consummated Bloom—The Corn, her furthest kernel..
© Emily Dickinson
Of All The Souls That Stand Create
Of all the souls that stand createI have elected one.When sense from spirit files away,And subterfuge is done;When that which is and that which..
© Emily Dickinson
The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb
880The Bird must sing to earn the CrumbWhat merit have the TuneNo Breakfast if it guarantyThe Rose content may bloomTo gain renown of Lady's..
© Emily Dickinson
Publication—is The Auction
Publication—is the AuctionOf the Mind of Man—Poverty—be justifyingFor so foul a thingPossibly—but We—would ratherFrom Our Garret goWhite—Unto the..
© Emily Dickinson
Whose Cheek Is This?
82Whose cheek is this?What rosy faceHas lost a blush today?I found her—"pleiad"—in the woodsAnd bore her safe away.Robins, in the traditionDid cover..
© Emily Dickinson
Must Be A Woe
571Must be a Woe—A loss or so—To bend the eyeBest Beauty's way—But—once aslantIt notes DelightAs difficultAs StalactiteA Common BlissWere had for..
© Emily Dickinson
Our Share Of Night To Bear
113Our share of night to bear—Our share of morning—Our blank in bliss to fillOur blank in scorning—Here a star, and there a star,Some lose their..
© Emily Dickinson
The Face I Carry With Me—last
336The face I carry with me—last—When I go out of Time—To take my Rank—by—in the West—That face—will just be thine—I'll hand it to the..
© Emily Dickinson
We Pray&Mdash;To Heaven
489We pray—to Heaven—We prate—of Heaven—Relate—when Neighbors die—At what o'clock to heaven—they fled—Who saw them—Wherefore fly?Is Heaven a Place—a..
© Emily Dickinson
Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not
696Their Height in Heaven comforts not—Their Glory—nought to me—'Twas best imperfect—as it was—I'm finite—I can't see—The House of Supposition—The..
© Emily Dickinson
To See Her Is A Picture
To see her is a Picture —To hear her is a Tune —To know her an IntemperanceAs innocent as June —To know her not — Affliction —To own her for a..
© Emily Dickinson