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").
This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life
858This Chasm, Sweet, upon my lifeI mention it to you,When Sunrise through a fissure dropThe Day must follow too.If we demur, its gaping..
© Emily Dickinson
No Man Can Compass A Despair
477No Man can compass a Despair—As round a Goalless RoadNo faster than a Mile at onceThe Traveller proceed—Unconscious of the Width—Unconscious that..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose
759He fought like those Who've nought to lose—Bestowed Himself to BallsAs One who for a further LifeHad not a further Use—Invited Death—with bold..
© Emily Dickinson
The Fingers Of The Light
1000The Fingers of the LightTapped soft upon the TownWith "I am great and cannot waitSo therefore let me in.""You're soon," the Town replied,"My..
© Emily Dickinson
I Gained It So
359I gained it so—By Climbing slow—By Catching at the Twigs that growBetween the Bliss—and me—It hung so highAs well the SkyAttempt by Strategy—I..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had Not Minded—walls
398I had not minded—Walls—Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I'd tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro'..
© Emily Dickinson
His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
916His Feet are shod with Gauze—His Helmet, is of Gold,His Breast, a Single OnyxWith Chrysophrase, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant—His Idleness—a..
© Emily Dickinson
The Luxury To Apprehend
815The Luxury to apprehendThe Luxury 'twould beTo look at Thee a single timeAn Epicure of MeIn whatsoever Presence makesTill for a further FoodI..
© Emily Dickinson
Partake As Doth The Bee
994Partake as doth the Bee,Abstemiously.The Rose is an Estate—In Sicily.
© Emily Dickinson
He Forgot—and I—remembered
203He forgot—and I—remembered—'Twas an everyday affair—Long ago as Christ and Peter—"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire.""Thou wert with him"—quoth..
© Emily Dickinson
Herein A Blossom Lies
899Herein a Blossom lies—A Sepulchre, between—Cross it, and overcome the Bee—Remain—'tis but a Rind.
© Emily Dickinson
! Come! My Dazzled Face
Me! Come! My dazzled faceIn such a shining place!Me! Hear! My foreign earThe sounds of welcome near!The saints shall meetOur bashful feet.My holiday..
© Emily Dickinson
e Outgrow Love, Like Other Things
887We outgrow love, like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer—Till it an Antique fashion shows—Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
© Emily Dickinson
Love—thou Art High
453Love—thou art high—I cannot climb thee—But, were it Two—Who know but we—Taking turns—at the Chimborazo—Ducal—at last—stand up by thee—Love—thou..
© Emily Dickinson
He Strained My Faith
497He strained my faith—Did he find it supple?Shook my strong trust—Did it then—yield?Hurled my belief—But—did he shatter—it?Racked—with suspense—Not..
© Emily Dickinson
When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins
633When Bells stop ringing—Church—beginsThe Positive—of Bells—When Cogs—stop—that's Circumference—The Ultimate—of Wheels.
© Emily Dickinson
If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now
256If I'm lost—nowThat I was found—Shall still my transport be—That once—on me—those Jasper GatesBlazed open—suddenly—That in my..
© Emily Dickinson
I Met A King This Afternoon!
166I met a King this afternoon!He had not on a Crown indeed,A little Palmleaf Hat was all,And he was barefoot, I'm afraid!But sure I am he Ermine..
© Emily Dickinson
Mine—by The Right Of The White Election!
528Mine—by the Right of the White Election!Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal!Mine—here—in Vision—and..
© Emily Dickinson
One Crucifixion Is Recorded—only
553One Crucifixion is recorded—only—How many beIs not affirmed of Mathematics—Or History—One Calvary—exhibited to Stranger—As many beAs persons—or..
© Emily Dickinson
Went Up A Year This Evening!
93Went up a year this evening!I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravoesThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful—as to the village—Tranquil—as to..
© Emily Dickinson
How Sick—to Wait—in Any Place—but Thine
368How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine—I knew last night—when someone tried to twine—Thinking—perhaps—that I looked tired—or alone—Or..
© Emily Dickinson
I Cross Till I Am Weary
550I cross till I am wearyA Mountain—in my mind—More Mountains—then a Sea—More Seas—And thenA Desert—find—And My Horizon blocksWith..
© Emily Dickinson
The Malay—took The Pearl
452The Malay—took the Pearl—Not—I—the Earl—I—feared the Sea—too muchUnsanctified—to touch—Praying that I might beWorthy—the Destiny—The Swarthy..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Kept Stooping—stooping
152The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!The Hills to meet him rose!On his side, what Transaction!On their side, what Repose!Deeper and deeper grew the..
© Emily Dickinson