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 Wind Begun To Rock The Grass
The wind begun to rock the grassWith threatening tunes and low,--He flung a menace at the earth,A menace at the sky.The leaves unhooked themselves..
© Emily Dickinson
When I Count The Seeds
40When I count the seedsThat are sown beneath,To bloom so, bye and bye—When I con the peopleLain so low,To be received as high—When I believe the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin Is The One
828The Robin is the OneThat interrupt the MornWith hurried—few—express ReportsWhen March is scarcely on—The Robin is the OneThat overflow the..
© Emily Dickinson
She Hideth Her The Last
557She hideth Her the last—And is the first, to rise—Her Night doth hardly recompenseThe Closing of Her eyes—She doth Her Purple Work—And putteth Her..
© Emily Dickinson
Good Night! Which Put The Candle Out?
Good night! which put the candle out?A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.Ah! friend, you little knewHow long at that celestial wickThe angels labored..
© Emily Dickinson
Perhaps You Think Me Stooping
833Perhaps you think me stoopingI'm not ashamed of thatChrist—stooped until He touched the Grave—Do those at SacramentCommemorative DishonorOr love..
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung
606The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung—There seemed to rise a TuneFrom Miniature CreaturesAccompanying the Sun—Far Psalteries of Summer—Enamoring..
© Emily Dickinson
Emancipation
No rack can torture me,My soul's at libertyBehind this mortal boneThere knits a bolder oneYou cannot prick with saw,Nor rend with scymitar.Two bodies..
© Emily Dickinson
Glowing Is Her Bonnet
72Glowing is her Bonnet,Glowing is her Cheek,Glowing is her Kirtle,Yet she cannot speak.Better as the DaisyFrom the Summer hillVanish unrecordedSave..
© Emily Dickinson
The Love A Life Can Show Below
673The Love a Life can show BelowIs but a filament, I know,Of that diviner thingThat faints upon the face of Noon—And smites the Tinder in the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized.
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.The heaven we chaseLike the June beeBefore the school-boyInvites the race;Stoops to an easy..
© Emily Dickinson
My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills
766My Faith is larger than the Hills—So when the Hills decay—My Faith must take the Purple WheelTo show the Sun the way—'Tis first He steps upon the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Difference Between Despair
305The difference between DespairAnd Fear—is like the OneBetween the instant of a WreckAnd when the Wreck has been—The Mind is smooth—no..
© Emily Dickinson
Promise This—when You Be Dying
648Promise This—When You be Dying—Some shall summon Me—Mine belong Your latest Sighing—Mine—to Belt Your Eye—Not with Coins—though they be MintedFrom..
© Emily Dickinson
I Am Ashamed—i Hide
473I am ashamed—I hide—What right have I—to be a Bride—So late a Dowerless Girl—Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face—No one to teach me that new Grace—Nor..
© Emily Dickinson
Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—Sometimes, I think that NoonIs but a symbol of the Place—And when again, at Dawn,A mighty look runs round the..
© Emily Dickinson
The Pedigree Of Honey
The pedigree of honeyDoes not concern the bee;A clover, any time, to himIs aristocracy.
© Emily Dickinson
He Touched Me, So I Live To Know
506He touched me, so I live to knowThat such a day, permitted so,I groped upon his breast—It was a boundless place to meAnd silenced, as the awful..
© Emily Dickinson
Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night
518Her sweet Weight on my Heart a NightHad scarcely deigned to lie—When, stirring, for Belief's delight,My Bride had slipped away—If 'twas a..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun Kept Setting—setting—still
692The Sun kept setting—setting—stillNo Hue of Afternoon—Upon the Village I perceivedFrom House to House 'twas Noon—The Dusk kept..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste
871The Sun and Moon must make their haste—The Stars express aroundFor in the Zones of ParadiseThe Lord alone is burned—His Eye, it is the East and..
© Emily Dickinson
The Winters Are So Short
403The Winters are so short—I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away—And moving into Pod—Myself—for scarcely settled—The Phoebes have..
© Emily Dickinson
I Live With Him—i See His Face
463I live with Him—I see His face—I go no more awayFor Visitor—or Sundown—Death's single privacyThe Only One—forestalling Mine—And that—by Right that..
© Emily Dickinson
How Many Times These Low Feet Staggered
187How many times these low feet staggered—Only the soldered mouth can tell—Try—can you stir the awful rivet—Try—can you lift the hasps of..
© Emily Dickinson
The Child's Faith Is New
637The Child's faith is new—Whole—like His Principle—Wide—like the SunriseOn fresh Eyes—Never had a Doubt—Laughs—at a Scruple—Believes all shamBut..
© Emily Dickinson