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").

Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds

711Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing MindsTo drink—enables MineThrough Desert or the WildernessAs bore it Sealed Wine—To go elastic—Or as OneThe..

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch

414'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final inchOf your..

© Emily Dickinson

Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood

The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.IThere was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The..

© William Wordsworth

Give Little Anguish

310Give little Anguish—Lives will fret—Give Avalanches—And they'll slant—Straighten—look cautious for their Breath—But make no syllable—like..

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died

445'Twas just this time, last year, I died.I know I heard the Corn,When I was carried by the Farms—It had the Tassels on—I thought how yellow it..

© Emily Dickinson

Is It True, Dear Sue?

218Is it true, dear Sue?Are there two?I shouldn't like to comeFor fear of joggling Him!If I could shut him upIn a Coffee Cup,Or tie him to a pinTill..

© Emily Dickinson

A Farewell

FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,Thou rocky corner in the lowest stairOf that magnificent temple which doth boundOne side of our whole..

© William Wordsworth

I Cannot Live With You (No. 640)

I cannot live with You--It would be Life--And Life is over there--Behind the ShelfThe Sexton keeps the Key to--Putting upOur Life--His..

© Emily Dickinson

Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a..

© William Wordsworth

Glee—the Great Storm Is Over

619Glee—The great storm is over—Four—have recovered the Land—Forty—gone down together—Into the boiling Sand—Ring—for the Scant Salvation—Toll—for the..

© Emily Dickinson

Teach Him—when He Makes The Names

227Teach Him—When He makes the names—Such an one—to say—On his babbling—Berry—lips—As should sound—to me—Were my Ear—as near his nest—As my..

© Emily Dickinson

Good Morning—midnight

425Good Morning—Midnight—I'm coming Home—Day—got tired of Me—How could I—of Him?Sunshine was a sweet place—I liked to stay—But Morn—didn't want..

© Emily Dickinson

She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades

479She dealt her pretty words like Blades—How glittering they shone—And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone—She never deemed—she..

© Emily Dickinson

In Winter In My Room

1670In Winter in my RoomI came upon a Worm—Pink, lank and warm—But as he was a wormAnd worms presumeNot quite with him at home—Secured him by a..

© Emily Dickinson

My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me..

© William Wordsworth

Escaping Backward To Perceive

867Escaping backward to perceiveThe Sea upon our place—Escaping forward, to confrontHis glittering Embrace—Retreating up, a Billow's heightRetreating..

© Emily Dickinson

Dropped Into The Ether Acre

665Dropped into the Ether Acre—Wearing the Sod Gown—Bonnet of Everlasting Laces—Brooch—frozen on—Horses of Blonde—and Coach of Silver—Baggage a..

© Emily Dickinson

A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal

A slumber did my spirit sealI had no human fears:She seemed a thing that could not feelThe touch of earthly years.No motion has she now, no force;She..

© William Wordsworth

Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss

340Is Bliss then, such Abyss,I must not put my foot amissFor fear I spoil my shoe?I'd rather suit my footThan save my Boot—For yet to buy another..

© Emily Dickinson

Strange Fits Of Passion Have I Known

Strange fits of passion have I known:And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone,What once to me befell.When she I loved looked every..

© William Wordsworth

Trust In The Unexpected

555Trust in the Unexpected—By this—was William KiddPersuaded of the Buried Gold—As One had testified—Through this—the old Philosopher—His Talismanic..

© Emily Dickinson

You Constituted Time

765You constituted Time—I deemed EternityA Revelation of Yourself—'Twas therefore DeityThe Absolute—removedThe Relative away—That I unto Himself..

© Emily Dickinson

I'M The Little

176I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!I don't care for pouting skies!If the Butterfly delayCan I, therefore, stay away?If the Coward Bumble BeeIn his..

© Emily Dickinson

Nature Rarer Uses Yellow

Nature rarer uses yellowThan another hue;Saves she all of that for sunsets,--Prodigal of blue,Spending scarlet like a woman,Yellow she affordsOnly..

© Emily Dickinson

A Whirl-Blast From Behind The Hill

A Whirl-Blast from behind the hillRushed o'er the wood with startling sound;Then--all at once the air was still,And showers of hailstones pattered..

© William Wordsworth