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").
Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling
314Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—Sometimes—scalps a Tree—Her Green People recollect itWhen they do not die—Fainter Leaves—to Further..
© Emily Dickinson
hree Times—we Parted—breath—and I
598Three times—we parted—Breath—and I—Three times—He would not go—But strove to stir the lifeless FanThe Waters—strove to stay.Three Times—the..
© Emily Dickinson
If Recollecting Were Forgetting
33If recollecting were forgetting,Then I remember not.And if forgetting, recollecting,How near I had forgot.And if to miss, were merry,And to mourn..
© Emily Dickinson
Good Night, Because We Must
114Good night, because we must,How intricate the dust!I would go, to know!Oh incognito!Saucy, Saucy SeraphTo elude me so!Father! they won't tell..
© Emily Dickinson
I Pay—in Satin Cash
402I pay—in Satin Cash—You did not state—your price—A Petal, for a ParagraphIt near as I can guess—
© Emily Dickinson
Her—
312Her—"last Poems"—Poets—ended—Silver—perished—with her Tongue—Not on Record—bubbled other,Flute—or Woman—So divine—Not unto its..
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Suffice For Him, I Knew
643I could suffice for Him, I knew—He—could suffice for Me—Yet Hesitating Fractions—BothSurveyed Infinity—"Would I be Whole" He sudden broached—My..
© Emily Dickinson
Great Caesar! Condescend
102Great Caesar! CondescendThe Daisy, to receive,Gathered by Cato's Daughter,With your majestic leave!
© Emily Dickinson
Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead
649Her Sweet turn to leave the HomesteadCame the Darker Way—Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too—But for Holiday'Tis more pitiful EndeavorThan did Loaded..
© Emily Dickinson
I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know
I lived on dread; to those who knowThe stimulus there isIn danger, other impetusIs numb and vital-less.As't were a spur upon the soul,A fear will..
© Emily Dickinson
On Such A Night, Or Such A Night
146On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair—So quiet—Oh how quiet,That nobody might..
© Emily Dickinson
Musicians Wrestle Everywhere
157Musicians wrestle everywhere—All day—among the crowded airI hear the silver strife—And—walking—long before the morn—Such transport breaks upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea
52Whether my bark went down at sea—Whether she met with gales—Whether to isles enchantedShe bent her docile sails—By what mystic mooringShe is held..
© Emily Dickinson
I Was The Slightest In The House
486I was the slightest in the House—I took the smallest Room—At night, my little Lamp, and Book—And one Geranium—So stationed I could catch the..
© Emily Dickinson
The World&Mdash;Feels Dusty
715The World—feels DustyWhen We stop to Die—We want the Dew—then—Honors—taste dry—Flags—vex a Dying face—But the least FanStirred by a friend's..
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis Good&Mdash;The Looking Back On Grief
660'Tis good—the looking back on Grief—To re-endure a Day—We thought the Mighty Funeral—Of All Conceived Joy—To recollect how Busy GrassDid..
© Emily Dickinson
What Inn Is This
115What Inn is thisWhere for the nightPeculiar Traveller comes?Who is the Landlord?Where the maids?Behold, what curious rooms!No ruddy fires on the..
© Emily Dickinson
Never For Society
746Never for SocietyHe shall seek in vain—Who His own acquaintanceCultivate—Of MenWiser Men may weary—But the Man withinNever knew Satiety—Better..
© Emily Dickinson
Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
802Time feels so vast that were it notFor an Eternity—I fear me this CircumferenceEngross my Finity—To His exclusion, who prepareBy Processes of..
© Emily Dickinson
Pain&Mdash;Expands The Time
967Pain—expands the Time—Ages coil withinThe minute CircumferenceOf a single Brain—Pain contracts—the Time—Occupied with ShotGamuts of EternitiesAre..
© Emily Dickinson
The Service Without Hope
779The Service without Hope—Is tenderest, I think—Because 'tis unsustainedBy stint—Rewarded Work—Has impetus of Gain—And impetus of Goal—There is no..
© Emily Dickinson
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
509If anybody's friend be deadIt's sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive—At such and such a time—Their costume, of a Sunday,Some..
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar Lad&Mdash;Dies Early
717The Beggar Lad—dies early—It's Somewhat in the Cold—And Somewhat in the Trudging feet—And haply, in the World—The Cruel—smiling—bowing World—That..
© Emily Dickinson
I Read My Sentence—steadily
412I read my sentence—steadily—Reviewed it with my eyes,To see that I made no mistakeIn its extremest clause—The Date, and manner, of the shame—And..
© Emily Dickinson
Renunciation
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --The letting goA Presence -- for an Expectation --Not now --The putting out of Eyes --Just Sunrise --Lest Day..
© Emily Dickinson