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").
Me, Change! Me, Alter!
268Me, change! Me, alter!Then I will, when on the Everlasting HillA Smaller Purple grows—At sunset, or a lesser glowFlickers upon Cordillera—At Day's..
© Emily Dickinson
The Black Berry—wears A Thorn In His Side
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side—But no Man heard Him cry—He offers His Berry, just the sameTo Partridge—and to Boy—He sometimes holds upon..
© Emily Dickinson
Least Bee That Brew
676Least Bee that brew—A Honey's WeightContent Her smallest fraction helpThe Amber Quantity—
© Emily Dickinson
The Juggler's Hat Her Country Is
330The Juggler's Hat her Country is—The Mountain Gorse—the Bee's!
© Emily Dickinson
Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble
9Through lane it lay—through bramble—Through clearing and through wood—Banditti often passed usUpon the lonely road.The wolf came peering curious—The..
© Emily Dickinson
We Talked As Girls Do
586We talked as Girls do—Fond, and late—We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave—Of ours, none affair—We handled Destinies, as cool—As..
© Emily Dickinson
When One Has Given Up One's Life
853When One has given up One's lifeThe parting with the restFeels easy, as when Day lets goEntirely the WestThe Peaks, that lingered lastRemain in..
© Emily Dickinson
It's Easy To Invent A Life
724It's easy to invent a Life—God does it—every Day—Creation—but the GambolOf His Authority—It's easy to efface it—The thrifty DeityCould scarce..
© Emily Dickinson
How Noteless Men, And Pleiads, Stand
282How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,Until a sudden skyReveals the fact that One is raptForever from the Eye—Members of the Invisible,Existing..
© Emily Dickinson
To Flee From Memory
To flee from memoryHad we the WingsMany would flyInured to slower thingsBirds with surpriseWould scan the cowering VanOf men escapingFrom the mind of..
© Emily Dickinson
Many Cross The Rhine
123Many cross the RhineIn this cup of mine.Sip old Frankfort airFrom my brown Cigar.
© Emily Dickinson
When Diamonds Are A Legend
397When Diamonds are a Legend,And Diadems—a Tale—I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,Do sow, and Raise for sale—And tho' I'm scarce accounted,My Art, a..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Not Drink It, Sweet
818I could not drink it, Sweet,Till You had tasted first,Though cooler than the Water wasThe Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
© Emily Dickinson
The World—stands—solemner—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
There Is A Languor Of The Life
396There is a Languor of the LifeMore imminent than Pain—'Tis Pain's Successor—When the SoulHas suffered all it can—A Drowsiness—diffuses—A Dimness..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Occupies This House?
892Who occupies this House?A Stranger I must judgeSince No one know His Circumstance—'Tis well the name and ageAre writ upon the DoorOr I should fear..
© Emily Dickinson
One Blessing Had I Than The Rest
756One Blessing had I than the restSo larger to my EyesThat I stopped gauging—satisfied—For this enchanted size—It was the limit of my Dream—The..
© Emily Dickinson
The Veins Of Other Flowers
811The Veins of other FlowersThe Scarlet Flowers areTill Nature leisure has for TermsAs "Branch," and "Jugular."We pass, and she abides.We conjugate..
© Emily Dickinson
How firm Eternity must look
How firm Eternity must lookTo crumbling men like meThe only Adamant EstateIn all Identity -How mighty to the insecureThy PhysiognomyTo whom not any..
© Emily Dickinson
There's Something Quieter Than Sleep
45There's something quieter than sleepWithin this inner room!It wears a sprig upon its breast—And will not tell its name.Some touch it, and some kiss..
© Emily Dickinson
So Proud She Was To Die
So proud she was to dieIt made us all ashamedThat what we cherished, so unknownTo her desire seemed.So satisfied to goWhere none of us should..
© Emily Dickinson
The Day Undressed&Mdash;Herself
716The Day undressed—Herself—Her Garter—was of Gold—Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—Her Dimities—as oldExactly—as the World—And yet the newest..
© Emily Dickinson
Over And Over, Like A Tune
367Over and over, like a Tune—The Recollection plays—Drums off the Phantom BattlementsCornets of Paradise—Snatches, from Baptized..
© Emily Dickinson
The Outer—from The Inner
451The Outer—from the InnerDerives its Magnitude—'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, accordingAs is the Central Mood—The fine—unvarying AxisThat regulates the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunrise Runs For Both
710The Sunrise runs for Both—The East—Her Purple TrothKeeps with the Hill—The Noon unwinds Her BlueTill One Breadth cover Two—Remotest—still—Nor does..
© Emily Dickinson