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").
'Tis Opposites&Mdash;Entice
355'Tis Opposites—entice—Deformed Men—ponder Grace—Bright fires—the Blanketless—The Lost—Day's face—The Blind—esteem it beEnough Estate—to see—The..
© Emily Dickinson
So Well That I Can Live Without
456So well that I can live without—I love thee—then How well is that?As well as Jesus?Prove it meThat He—loved Men—As I—love thee—
© Emily Dickinson
The Power To Be True To You
464The power to be true to You,Until upon my faceThe Judgment push his Picture—Presumptuous of Your Place—Of This—Could Man deprive Me—Himself—the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak
103I have a King, who does not speak—So—wondering—thro' the hours meekI trudge the day away—Half glad when it is night, and sleep,If, haply, thro' a..
© Emily Dickinson
To Interrupt His Yellow Plan
591To interrupt His Yellow PlanThe Sun does not allowCaprices of the Atmosphere—And even when the SnowHeaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ll Clutch—and Clutch
427I'll clutch—and clutch—Next—One—Might be the golden touch—Could take it—Diamonds—Wait—I'm diving—just a little late—But stars—go slow—for..
© Emily Dickinson
I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss
646I think to Live—may be a BlissTo those who dare to try—Beyond my limit to conceive—My lip—to testify—I think the Heart I former woreCould..
© Emily Dickinson
No Notice Gave She, But A Change
804No Notice gave She, but a Change—No Message, but a Sigh—For Whom, the Time did not sufficeThat She should specify.She was not warm, though Summer..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Was Small, A Woman Died
596When I was small, a Woman died—Today—her Only BoyWent up from the Potomac—His face all VictoryTo look at her—How slowlyThe Seasons must have..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul That Hath A Guest
674The Soul that hath a GuestDoth seldom go abroad—Diviner Crowd at Home—Obliterate the need—And Courtesy forbidA Host's departure whenUpon Himself..
© Emily Dickinson
What Would I Give To See His Face?
247What would I give to see his face?I'd give—I'd give my life—of course—But that is not enough!Stop just a minute—let me think!I'd give my biggest..
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul's Superior Instants
306The Soul's Superior instantsOccur to Her—alone—When friend—and Earth's occasionHave infinite withdrawn—Or She—Herself—ascendedTo too remote a..
© Emily Dickinson
Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering
792Through the strait pass of suffering—The Martyrs—even—trod.Their feet—upon Temptations—Their faces—upon God—A..
© Emily Dickinson
Over The Fence
251Over the fence—Strawberries—grow—Over the fence—I could climb—if I tried, I know—Berries are nice!But—if I stained my Apron—God would certainly..
© Emily Dickinson
I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent
243I've known a Heaven, like a Tent—To wrap its shining Yards—Pluck up its stakes, and disappear—Without the sound of BoardsOr Rip of Nail—Or..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge
888When I have seen the Sun emergeFrom His amazing House—And leave a Day at every DoorA Deed, in every place—Without the incident of FameOr accident..
© Emily Dickinson
One Life Of So Much Consequence!
270One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I—for it—would pay—My Soul's entire income—In ceaseless—salary—One Pearl—to me—so signal—That I would instant..
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind Didn'T Come From The Orchard—today
316The Wind didn't come from the Orchard—today—Further than that—Nor stop to play with the Hay—Nor joggle a Hat—He's a transitive fellow—very—Rely on..
© Emily Dickinson
Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So
462Why make it doubt—it hurts it so—So sick—to guess—So strong—to know—So brave—upon its little BedTo tell the very last They saidUnto Itself—and..
© Emily Dickinson
We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing
230We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—'Tisn't all Hock—with us—Life has its Ale—But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy—We chant—for cheer—when the..
© Emily Dickinson
Sleep Is Supposed To Be
13Sleep is supposed to beBy souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness..
© Emily Dickinson
No Romance Sold Unto
669No Romance sold untoCould so enthrall a ManAs the perusal ofHis Individual One—'Tis Fiction's—When 'tis small enoughTo Credit—'Tisn't true!
© Emily Dickinson
I Cannot Be Ashamed
914I cannot be ashamedBecause I cannot seeThe love you offer—MagnitudeReverses ModestyAnd I cannot be proudBecause a Height so highInvolves..
© Emily Dickinson
he Spider as an Artist
The Spider as an ArtistHas never been employed -Though his surpassing MeritIs freely certifiedBy every Broom and BridgetThroughout a Christian Land..
© Emily Dickinson
The Murmur Of A Bee
155The Murmur of a BeeA Witchcraft—yieldeth me—If any ask me why—'Twere easier to die—Than tell—The Red upon the HillTaketh away my will—If anybody..
© Emily Dickinson