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 Sun Is Gay Or Stark
878The Sun is gay or starkAccording to our Deed.If Merry, He is merrier—If eager for the DeadOr an expended DayHe helped to make too brightHis mighty..
© Emily Dickinson
Many A Phrase Has The English Language
276Many a phrase has the English language—I have heard but one—Low as the laughter of the Cricket,Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue—Murmuring, like old..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Little I—could Care For Pearls
466'Tis little I—could care for Pearls—Who own the ample sea—Or Brooches—when the Emperor—With Rubies—pelteth me—Or Gold—who am the Prince of..
© Emily Dickinson
Read—sweet—how Others—strove
260Read—Sweet—how others—strove—Till we—are stouter—What they—renounced—Till we—are less afraid—How many times they—bore the faithful witness—Till..
© Emily Dickinson
So Glad We Are—a Stranger'D Deem
329So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem'Twas sorry, that we were—For where the Holiday should beThere publishes a Tear—Nor how Ourselves be..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Die—to Know
570I could die—to know—'Tis a trifling knowledge—News-Boys salute the Door—Carts—joggle by—Morning's bold face—stares in the window—Were but mine—the..
© Emily Dickinson
One Anguish—in A Crowd
565One Anguish—in a Crowd—A Minor thing—it sounds—And yet, unto the single DoeAttempted of the Hounds'Tis Terror as consummateAs Legions of AlarmDid..
© Emily Dickinson
Yesterday Is History
Yesterday is History,'Tis so far away -Yesterday is Poetry -'Tis Philosophy -Yesterday is mystery -Where it is TodayWhile we shrewdly..
© Emily Dickinson
What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
277What if I say I shall not wait!What if I burst the fleshly Gate—And pass escaped—to thee!What if I file this Mortal—off—See where it hurt..
© Emily Dickinson
No Rack Can Torture Me
384No Rack can torture me—My Soul—at Liberty—Behind this mortal BoneThere knits a bolder One—You cannot prick with saw—Nor pierce with Scimitar—Two..
© Emily Dickinson
Not In This World To See His Face
Not in this world to see his faceSounds long, until I read the placeWhere this is said to beBut just the primer to a lifeUnopened, rare, upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Season of Phantasmal Peace
Then all the nations of birds lifted togetherthe huge net of the shadows of this earthin multitudinous dialects, twittering tongues,stitching and..
© Derek Walcott
From 'Omeros'
BOOK SIXChapter XLIVIIn hill-towns, from San Fernando to Mayagüez,the same sunrise stirred the feathered lances of canedown the archipelago's..
© Derek Walcott
A Lesson for This Sunday
The growing idleness of summer grassWith its frail kites of furious butterfliesRequests the lemonade of simple praiseIn scansion gentler than my..
© Derek Walcott
Ruins Of A Great House
though our longest sun sets at right declensions andmakes but winter arches,it cannot be long before we lie down in darkness, andhave our light in..
© Derek Walcott
The Bounty
[for Alix Walcott]iBetween the vision of the Tourist Board and the trueParadise lies the desert where Isaiah's elationsforce a rose from the sand...
© Derek Walcott
The Fist
The fist clenched round my heartloosens a little, and I gaspbrightness; but it tightensagain. When have I ever not lovedthe pain of love? But this..
© Derek Walcott
The Star-Apple Kingdom
There were still shards of an ancient pastoralin those shires of the island where the cattle dranktheir pools of shadow from an older sky,surviving..
© Derek Walcott
In the Village
II came up out of the subway and there werepeople standing on the steps as if they knewsomething I didn't. This was in the Cold War,and nuclear..
© Derek Walcott
Coral
This coral's hape ecohes the handIt hollowed. ItsImmediate absence is heavy. As pumice,As your breast in my cupped palm.Sea-cold, its nipple rasps..
© Derek Walcott
Pentecost
Better a jungle in the headthan rootless concrete.Better to stand bewilderedby the fireflies' crooked street;winter lamps do not showwhere the..
© Derek Walcott
R.T.S.L. (1917-1977)
As for that other thingwhich comes when the eyelid is glazedand the wax gleamfrom the unwrinkled foreheadasks no more questionsof the dry..
© Derek Walcott
Parang
Man, I suck me tooth when I hearHow dem croptime fiddlers lie,And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutesThat bring water to me eye!Oh, when I t'ink how from..
© Derek Walcott
Koening Of The River
Koening knew now there was no one on the river.Entering its brown mouth choking with liliesand curtained with midges, Koenig poled the shalloppast..
© Derek Walcott
The Saddhu Of Couva
When sunset, a brass gong,vibrate through Couva,is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed,like a white cattle bird growing more smallover the ocean..
© Derek Walcott