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").
God Permit Industrious Angels
God permit industrious angelsAfternoons to play.I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,All, for him, straightaway.God calls home the angels promptlyAt..
© 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
Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
188Make me a picture of the sun—So I can hang it in my room—And make believe I'm getting warmWhen others call it "Day"!Draw me a Robin—on a stem—So I..
© Emily Dickinson
If Those I Loved Were Lost
29If those I loved were lostThe Crier's voice would tell me—If those I loved were foundThe bells of Ghent would ring—Did those I loved reposeThe..
© Emily Dickinson
When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir
32When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,And Violets are done—When Bumblebees in solemn flightHave passed beyond the Sun—The hand that paused to gatherUpon..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had A Guinea Golden
23I had a guinea golden—I lost it in the sand—And tho' the sum was simpleAnd pounds were in the land—Still, had it such a valueUnto my frugal..
© Emily Dickinson
This Consciousness That Is Aware
822This Consciousness that is awareOf Neighbors and the SunWill be the one aware of DeathAnd that itself aloneIs traversing the intervalExperience..
© Emily Dickinson
I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech
543I fear a Man of frugal Speech—I fear a Silent Man—Haranguer—I can overtake—Or Babbler—entertain—But He who weigheth—While the Rest—Expend their..
© Emily Dickinson
I Learned—at Least—what Home Could Be
944I learned—at least—what Home could be—How ignorant I had beenOf pretty ways of Covenant—How awkward at the HymnRound our new Fireside—but for..
© Emily Dickinson
I Watched The Moon Around The House
I watched the Moon around the HouseUntil upon a Pane --She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for Rest --And there uponI gazed -- as at a stranger..
© Emily Dickinson
I Know Where Wells Grow—droughtless Wells
460I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells—Deep dug—for Summer days—Where Mosses go no more away—And Pebble—safely plays—It's made of Fathoms—and a..
© Emily Dickinson
The Brain, Within Its Groove
556The Brain, within its GrooveRuns evenly—and true—But let a Splinter swerve—'Twere easier for You—To put a Current back—When Floods have slit the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Can'T Tell You—but You Feel It
65I can't tell you—but you feel it—Nor can you tell me—Saints, with ravished slate and pencilSolve our April Day!Sweeter than a vanished frolicFrom a..
© Emily Dickinson
My Nosegays Are For Captives
My nosegays are for captives;Dim, long-expectant eyes,Fingers denied the plucking,Patient till paradise.To such, if they should whisperOf morning and..
© Emily Dickinson
The Color Of The Grave Is Green
411The Color of the Grave is Green—The Outer Grave—I mean—You would not know it from the Field—Except it own a Stone—To help the fond—to find it—Too..
© Emily Dickinson
The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun
106The Daisy follows soft the Sun—And when his golden walk is done—Sits shyly at his feet—He—waking—finds the flower there—Wherefore—Marauder—art..
© Emily Dickinson
The Robin's My Criterion For Tune
285The Robin's my Criterion for Tune—Because I grow—where Robins do—But, were I Cuckoo born—I'd swear by him—The ode familiar—rules the Noon—The..
© Emily Dickinson
Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours
691Would you like summer? Taste of ours.Spices? Buy here!Ill! We have berries, for the parching!Weary! Furloughs of down!Perplexed! Estates of violet..
© Emily Dickinson
There Came A Day At Summer's Full
322There came a Day at Summer's full,Entirely for me—I thought that such were for the Saints,Where Resurrections—be—The Sun, as common, went..
© Emily Dickinson
Love&Mdash;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
I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road
289I know some lonely Houses off the RoadA Robber'd like the look of—Wooden barred,And Windows hanging low,Inviting to—A Portico,Where two could..
© Emily Dickinson
I Send Two Sunsets
308I send Two Sunsets—Day and I—in competition ran—I finished Two—and several Stars—While He—was making One—His own was ampler—but as IWas saying to..
© Emily Dickinson
Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind
370Heaven is so far of the MindThat were the Mind dissolved—The Site—of it—by ArchitectCould not again be proved—'Tis vast—as our Capacity—As fair—as..
© Emily Dickinson
Her Grace Is All She Has&Mdash
810Her Grace is all she has—And that, so least displays—One Art to recognize, must be,Another Art, to praise.
© Emily Dickinson
I Could Bring You Jewels—had I A Mind To
697I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to—But You have enough—of those—I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo—Colors—from Vera Cruz—Berries of..
© Emily Dickinson