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").
Too Little Way The House Must Lie
911Too little way the House must lieFrom every Human HeartThat holds in undisputed LeaseA white inhabitant—Too narrow is the Right between—Too..
© Emily Dickinson
Love Reckons By Itself—alone
826Love reckons by itself—alone—"As large as I"—relate the SunTo One who never felt it blaze—Itself is all the like it has—
© Emily Dickinson
We Can But Follow To The Sun
920We can but follow to the Sun—As oft as He go downHe leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—'Tis mostly—following—We go no further with the DustThan to..
© Emily Dickinson
How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset
291How the old Mountains drip with SunsetHow the Hemlocks burn—How the Dun Brake is draped in CinderBy the Wizard Sun—How the old Steeples hand the..
© Emily Dickinson
Going To Heaven!
79Going to Heaven!I don't know when—Pray do not ask me how!Indeed I'm too astonishedTo think of answering you!Going to Heaven!How dim it sounds!And..
© Emily Dickinson
With Thee, In The Desert
209With thee, in the Desert—With thee in the thirst—With thee in the Tamarind wood—Leopard breathes—at last!
© Emily Dickinson
They Shut Me Up In Prose
They shut me up in Prose --As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet --Because they liked me "still" --Still! Could themself have peeped --And..
© Emily Dickinson
I Reckon—when I Count It All
569I reckon—when I count it all—First—Poets—Then the Sun—Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God—And then—the List is done—But, looking back—the First so..
© Emily Dickinson
I Dreaded That First Robin, So
348I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I'm accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though—I thought If I could only liveTill..
© Emily Dickinson
Who Were 'The Father And The Son
Who were 'the Father and the Son'We pondered when a child,And what had they to do with usAnd when portentous toldWith inference appallingBy Childhood..
© Emily Dickinson
To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death
485To make One's Toilette—after DeathHas made the Toilette coolOf only Taste we cared to pleaseIs difficult, and still—That's easier—than Braid the..
© Emily Dickinson
Life—is What We Make Of It
698Life—is what we make of it—Death—we do not know—Christ's acquaintance with HimJustify Him—though—He—would trust no stranger—Other—could..
© Emily Dickinson
Within My Garden, Rides A Bird
500Within my Garden, rides a BirdUpon a single Wheel—Whose spokes a dizzy Music makeAs 'twere a travelling Mill—He never stops, but slackensAbove the..
© Emily Dickinson
This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladiesAnd lads and girls;Was laughter and ability and sighing,And frocks and curls;This passive place a summer's..
© Emily Dickinson
In Lands I Never Saw—they Say
124In lands I never saw—they sayImmortal Alps look down—Whose Bonnets touch the firmament—Whose Sandals touch the town—Meek at whose everlasting..
© Emily Dickinson
My Garden—like The Beach
My Garden—like the Beach—Denotes there be—a Sea—That's Summer—Such as These—the PearlsShe fetches—such as Me
© Emily Dickinson
To Offer Brave Assistance
767To offer brave assistanceTo Lives that stand alone—When One has failed to stop them—Is Human—but DivineTo lend an Ample SinewUnto a Nameless..
© Emily Dickinson
Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure
846Twice had Summer her fair VerdureProffered to the Plain—Twice a Winter's silver FractureOn the Rivers been—Two full Autumns for the..
© Emily Dickinson
Upon Concluded Lives
735Upon Concluded LivesThere's nothing cooler falls—Than Life's sweet Calculations—The mixing Bells and Palls—Make Lacerating Tune—To Ears the Dying..
© Emily Dickinson
Under The Light, Yet Under
949Under the Light, yet under,Under the Grass and the Dirt,Under the Beetle's CellarUnder the Clover's Root,Further than Arm could stretchWere it..
© Emily Dickinson
How Many Flowers Fail In Wood
404How many Flowers fail in Wood—Or perish from the Hill—Without the privilege to knowThat they are Beautiful—How many cast a nameless PodUpon the..
© Emily Dickinson
I Would Not Paint—a Picture
505I would not paint—a picture—I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell—delicious—on—And wonder how the fingers feelWhose..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Should Die
54If I should die,And you should live—And time should gurgle on—And morn should beam—And noon should burn—As it has usual done—If Birds should build..
© Emily Dickinson
If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose
179If I could bribe them by a RoseI'd bring them every flower that growsFrom Amherst to Cashmere!I would not stop for night, or storm—Or frost, or..
© Emily Dickinson
Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed
'Twas Crisis—All the length had passed—That dull—benumbing timeThere is in Fever or Event—And now the Chance had come—The instant holding in its..
© Emily Dickinson