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").
I Found The Phrase To Every Thought
I found the phrase to every thoughtI ever had, but one;And that defies me,--as a handDid try to chalk the sunTo races nurtured in the dark;--How..
© Emily Dickinson
We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower
81We should not mind so small a flower—Except it quiet bringOur little garden that we lostBack to the Lawn again.So spicy her Carnations nod—So..
© Emily Dickinson
The Judge Is Like The Owl
699The Judge is like the Owl—I've heard my Father tell—And Owls do build in Oaks—So here's an Amber Sill—That slanted in my Path—When going to the..
© Emily Dickinson
To Die—takes Just A Little While
To die—takes just a little while—They say it doesn't hurt—It's only fainter—by degrees—And then—it's out of sight—A darker Ribbon—for a Day—A Crape..
© Emily Dickinson
Had I Not This, Or This, I Said
904Had I not This, or This, I said,Appealing to Myself,In moment of prosperity—Inadequate—were Life—"Thou hast not Me, nor Me"—it said,In Moment of..
© Emily Dickinson
I Saw No Way—the Heavens Were Stitched
378I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched—I felt the Columns close—The Earth reversed her Hemispheres—I touched the Universe—And back it slid—and I..
© Emily Dickinson
Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine
83Heart, not so heavy as mineWending late home—As it passed my windowWhistled itself a tune—A careless snatch—a ballad—A ditty of the street—Yet to..
© Emily Dickinson
I Play At Riches—to Appease
801I play at Riches—to appeaseThe Clamoring for Gold—It kept me from a Thief, I think,For often, overboldWith Want, and Opportunity—I could have done..
© Emily Dickinson
I Think I Was Enchanted
593I think I was enchantedWhen first a sombre Girl—I read that Foreign Lady—The Dark—felt beautiful—And whether it was noon at night—Or only..
© Emily Dickinson
There Is A Word
8There is a wordWhich bears a swordCan pierce an armed man—It hurls its barbed syllablesAnd is mute again—But where it fellThe saved will tellOn..
© Emily Dickinson
I Know A Place Where Summer Strives
I know a place where summer strivesWith such a practised frost,She each year leads her daisies back,Recording briefly, 'Lost.'But when the south wind..
© Emily Dickinson
I Tend My Flowers For Thee
339I tend my flowers for thee—Bright Absentee!My Fuchsia's Coral SeamsRip—while the Sower—dreams—Geraniums—tint—and spot—Low Daisies—dot—My..
© Emily Dickinson
Our Lives Are Swiss
Our lives are Swiss --So still -- so Cool --Till some odd afternoonThe Alps neglect their CurtainsAnd we look farther on!Italy stands the other..
© Emily Dickinson
So Has A Daisy Vanished
28So has a Daisy vanishedFrom the fields today—So tiptoed many a slipperTo Paradise away—Oozed so in crimson bubblesDay's departing..
© Emily Dickinson
I'M Saying Every Day
373I'm saying every day"If I should be a Queen, tomorrow"—I'd do this way—And so I deck, a little,If it be, I wake a Bourbon,None on me, bend..
© Emily Dickinson
To Learn The Transport By The Pain
167To learn the Transport by the PainAs Blind Men learn the sun!To die of thirst—suspectingThat Brooks in Meadows run!To stay the homesick—homesick..
© Emily Dickinson
he Wind Begun To Knead The Grass
824[first version]The Wind begun to knead the Grass—As Women do a Dough—He flung a Hand full at the Plain—A Hand full at the Sky—The Leaves unhooked..
© Emily Dickinson
Mama Never Forgets Her Birds
164Mama never forgets her birds,Though in another tree—She looks down just as oftenAnd just as tenderlyAs when her little mortal nestWith cunning..
© Emily Dickinson
The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee
206The Flower must not blame the Bee—That seeketh his felicityToo often at her door—But teach the Footman from Vevay—Mistress is "not at home"—to..
© Emily Dickinson
We Do Not Play On Graves
467We do not play on Graves—Because there isn't Room—Besides—it isn't even—it slantsAnd People come—And put a Flower on it—And hang their faces..
© Emily Dickinson
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
A chilly Peace infests the GrassThe Sun respectful lies -Not any Trance of industryThese shadows scrutinize -Whose Allies go no more astrayFor..
© Emily Dickinson
God Is A Distant—stately Lover
357God is a distant—stately Lover—Woos, as He states us—by His Son—Verily, a Vicarious Courtship—"Miles", and "Priscilla", were such an One—But, lest..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose
56If I should cease to bring a RoseUpon a festal day,'Twill be because beyond the RoseI have been called away—If I should cease to take the namesMy..
© Emily Dickinson
The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were
12The morns are meeker than they were—The nuts are getting brown—The berry's cheek is plumper—The Rose is out of town.The Maple wears a gayer..
© Emily Dickinson
One And One—are One
769One and One—are One—Two—be finished using—Well enough for Schools—But for Minor Choosing—Life—just—or Death—Or the Everlasting—More—would be too..
© Emily Dickinson