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 Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
205I should not dare to leave my friend,Because—because if he should dieWhile I was gone—and I—too late—Should reach the Heart that wanted me—If I..
© Emily Dickinson
That Is Solemn We Have Ended
934That is solemn we have endedBe it but a PlayOr a Glee among the GarretOr a HolidayOr a leaving Home, or later,Parting with a WorldWe have..
© Emily Dickinson
How Fortunate The Grave
897How fortunate the Grave—All Prizes to obtain—Successful certain, if at last,First Suitor not in vain.
© Emily Dickinson
We Play At Paste
We play at paste,Till qualified for pearl,Then drop the paste,And deem ourself a fool.The shapes, though, were similar,And our new handsLearned..
© Emily Dickinson
The Admirations—and Contempts—of Time
906The Admirations—and Contempts—of time—Show justest—through an Open Tomb—The Dying—as it were a HeightReorganizes EstimateAnd what We saw notWe..
© Emily Dickinson
Impossibility, Like Wine
838Impossibility, like WineExhilarates the ManWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavorless—CombineA Chance's faintest TinctureAnd in the former..
© Emily Dickinson
Unfulfilled To Observation
972Unfulfilled to Observation—Incomplete—to Eye—But to Faith—a RevolutionIn Locality—Unto Us—the Suns extinguish—To our Opposite—New Horizons—they..
© Emily Dickinson
I Meant To Find Her When I Came
718I meant to find Her when I came—Death—had the same design—But the Success—was His—it seems—And the Surrender—Mine—I meant to tell Her how I..
© Emily Dickinson
Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him--
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him--Tell him the page I didn't write;Tell him I only said the syntax,And left the verb and the pronoun out.Tell him..
© Emily Dickinson
Unto Me? I Do Not Know You—
"Unto Me?" I do not know you—Where may be your House?"I am Jesus—Late of Judea—Now—of Paradise"—Wagons—have you—to convey me?This is far from..
© Emily Dickinson
Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush
Like trains of cars on tracks of plushI hear the level bee:A jar across the flowers goes,Their velvet masonryWithstands until the sweet assaultTheir..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fumbles At Your Spirit
He fumbles at your spiritAs players at the keysBefore they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees,Prepares your brittle substanceFor the ethereal..
© Emily Dickinson
I Haven'T Told My Garden Yet
50I haven't told my garden yet—Lest that should conquer me.I haven't quite the strength nowTo break it to the Bee—I will not name it in the streetFor..
© Emily Dickinson
Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches
439Undue Significance a starving man attachesTo Food—Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Hopeless—And therefore—Good—Partaken—it relieves—indeed—But..
© Emily Dickinson
He Fumbles At Your Soul
315He fumbles at your SoulAs Players at the KeysBefore they drop full Music on—He stuns you by degrees—Prepares your brittle NatureFor the Ethereal..
© Emily Dickinson
'Twould Ease—a Butterfly
682'Twould ease—a Butterfly—Elate—a Bee—Thou'rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee's..
© Emily Dickinson
It's All I Have To Bring Today
26It's all I have to bring today—This, and my heart beside—This, and my heart, and all the fields—And all the meadows wide—Be sure you count—should I..
© Emily Dickinson
Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar
201Two swimmers wrestled on the spar—Until the morning sun—When One—turned smiling to the land—Oh God! the Other One!The stray ships—passing—Spied a..
© Emily Dickinson
They Say That 'Time Assuages
They say that 'time assuages,'--Time never did assuage;An actual suffering strengthens,As sinews do, with age.Time is a test of trouble,But not a..
© Emily Dickinson
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How good—to be alive!How infinite—to beAlive—two-fold—The Birth I hadAnd this—besides, in—Thee!
© Emily Dickinson
That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet
659That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,And said that I was strong—And could be mighty, if I liked—That Day—the Days among—Glows Central—like a..
© Emily Dickinson
Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven?
248Why—do they shut Me out of Heaven?Did I sing—too loud?But—I can say a little 'Minor'Timid as a Bird!Wouldn't the Angels try..
© Emily Dickinson
The Angle Of A Landscape
375The Angle of a Landscape—That every time I wake—Between my Curtain and the WallUpon an ample Crack—Like a Venetian—waiting—Accosts my open eye—Is..
© Emily Dickinson
You Cannot Put A Fire Out
530You cannot put a Fire out—A Thing that can igniteCan go, itself, without a Fan—Upon the slowest Night—You cannot fold a Flood—And put it in a..
© Emily Dickinson
Wait Till The Majesty Of Death
171Wait till the Majesty of DeathInvests so mean a brow!Almost a powdered FootmanMight dare to touch it now!Wait till in Everlasting RobesThat..
© Emily Dickinson