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 Think The Longest Hour Of All
635I think the longest Hour of allIs when the Cars have come—And we are waiting for the Coach—It seems as though the TimeIndignant—that the Joy was..
© Emily Dickinson
While It Is Alive
491While it is aliveUntil Death touches itWhile it and I lap one AirDwell in one BloodUnder one SacramentShow me Division can split or pare—Love is..
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun—just Touched The Morning
232The Sun—just touched the Morning—The Morning—Happy thing—Supposed that He had come to dwell—And Life would all be Spring!She felt herself..
© Emily Dickinson
I Can Wade Grief
252I can wade Grief—Whole Pools of it—I'm used to that—But the least push of JoyBreaks up my feet—And I tip—drunken—Let no Pebble—smile—'Twas the New..
© Emily Dickinson
Me From Myself—to Banish
642Me from Myself—to banish—Had I Art—Impregnable my FortressUnto All Heart—But since Myself—assault Me—How have I peaceExcept by..
© Emily Dickinson
The Day Came Slow
The day came slow, till five o'clock,Then sprang before the hills,Like hindered rubies, or the light,A sudden musket spills.The purple could not keep..
© Emily Dickinson
I Know That He Exists
338I know that He exists.Somewhere—in Silence—He has hid his rare lifeFrom our gross eyes.'Tis an instant's play.'Tis a fond Ambush—Just to make..
© Emily Dickinson
Grief Is A Mouse
793Grief is a Mouse—And chooses Wainscot in the BreastFor His Shy House—And baffles quest—Grief is a Thief—quick startled—Pricks His Ear—report to..
© Emily Dickinson
If Your Nerve, Deny You
292If your Nerve, deny you—Go above your Nerve—He can lean against the Grave,If he fear to swerve—That's a steady posture—Never any bendHeld of those..
© Emily Dickinson
My Worthiness Is All My Doubt
751My Worthiness is all my Doubt—His Merit—all my fear—Contrasting which, my qualityDo lowlier—appear—Lest I should insufficient proveFor His beloved..
© Emily Dickinson
Remorse - Is Memory - Awake
Remorse - is Memory - awake -Her Parties all astir -A Presence of Departed Acts -At window - and at Door -Its Past - set down before the SoulAnd..
© Emily Dickinson
Some Things That Fly There Be
89Some things that fly there be—Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee—Of these no Elegy.Some things that stay there be—Grief—Hills—Eternity—Nor this behooveth..
© Emily Dickinson
To Die
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..
© Emily Dickinson
To Be Alive—is Power
677To be alive—is Power—Existence—in itself—Without a further function—Omnipotence—Enough—To be alive—and Will!'Tis able as a God—The Maker—of..
© 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
Given In Marriage Unto Thee
817Given in Marriage unto TheeOh thou Celestial Host—Bride of the Father and the SonBride of the Holy Ghost.Other Betrothal shall dissolve—Wedlock of..
© Emily Dickinson
Some Things That Fly There Be
89Some things that fly there be—Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee—Of these no Elegy.Some things that stay there be—Grief—Hills—Eternity—Nor this behooveth..
© Emily Dickinson
To Die
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..
© Emily Dickinson
Given In Marriage Unto Thee
817Given in Marriage unto TheeOh thou Celestial Host—Bride of the Father and the SonBride of the Holy Ghost.Other Betrothal shall dissolve—Wedlock of..
© Emily Dickinson
Till Death—is Narrow Loving
907Till Death—is narrow Loving—The scantest Heart extantWill hold you till your privilegeOf Finiteness—be spent—But He whose loss procures youSuch..
© Emily Dickinson
We Learned The Whole Of Love
568We learned the Whole of Love—The Alphabet—the Words—A Chapter—then the mighty Book—Then—Revelation closed—But in Each Other's eyesAn Ignorance..
© Emily Dickinson
I Stole Them From A Bee
200I stole them from a Bee—Because—Thee—Sweet plea—He pardoned me!
© Emily Dickinson
The Grass So Little Has To Do
The Grass so little has to do –A Sphere of simple Green –With only Butterflies to broodAnd Bees to entertain –And stir all day to pretty TunesThe..
© Emily Dickinson
I Had No Cause To Be Awake
542I had no Cause to be awake—My Best—was gone to sleep—And Morn a new politeness took—And failed to wake them up—But called the others—clear—And..
© Emily Dickinson
The Spider Holds A Silver Ball
The spider holds a Silver BallIn unperceived Hands--And dancing softly to HimselfHis Yarn of Pearl--unwinds--He plies from Nought to Nought--In..
© Emily Dickinson