Wake all the Dread Poetry: How Mind reveals Destiny

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You saw it past the posters of those who had burnt to ashes. You saw it past the posters of those who jumped to their deaths. You saw it through the TV images of flames through windows Running up the aluminium cladding You saw it in print images of flames bursting out from the roof. You heard it in the voices loud in the streets. You heard it in the cries in the air howling for justice. You heard it in the pubs the streets the basements the digs. You saw it in your dreams of the dead asking if living Had no meaning being poor in a land Where the poor die in flames without warning.

But when you saw it with your eyes it seemed what the eyes Saw did not make sense cannot make sense will not make sense. You saw it there in the sky, tall and black and burnt. You counted the windows and counted the floors And saw the sickly yellow of the half burnt cladding And what you saw could only be seen in nightmare.

Like a war-zone come to the depths of a fashionable borough. Like a war-zone planted here in the city. To see with the eyes that which one only sees In nightmares turns the day to night, turns the world upside down. Those who were living now are dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower. See the tower, and let a world-changing dream flower. Residents of the area call it the crematorium. It has revealed the undercurrents of our age.

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The poor who thought voting for the rich would save them. The poor who believed all that the papers said. The poor who listened with their fears. The poor who live in their rooms and dream for their kids. The poor are you and I, you in your garden of flowers, In your house of books, who gaze from afar At a destiny that draws near with another name. Sometimes it takes an image to wake up a nation From its secret shame.

And here it is every name Of someone burnt to death, on the stairs or in their room, Who had no idea what they died for, or how they were betrayed. They did not die when they died; their deaths happened long Before. It happened in the minds of people who never saw Them. It happened in the profit margins. It happened In the laws. They died because money could be saved and made. Those who are living now are dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower See the tower, and let a world-changing dream flower.

They called the tower ugly; they named it an eyesore. Ten million was spent to encase the tower in cladding. Had it ever been tested before except on this eyesore, Had it ever been tested for fire, been tried in a blaze? But it made the tower look pretty, yes it made the tower look pretty. But in twenty four storeys, not a single sprinkler. In twenty four storeys not a single alarm that worked. In twenty four storeys not a single fire escape, Only a single stairwell designed in hell, waiting For an inferno.

Make it pretty on the outside, but a death trap On the inside. Make the hollow sound nice, make The empty look nice. But if you really look you can see it, if you really listen You can hear it. Political cladding, Economic cladding, intellectual cladding — things that look good But have no centre, have no heart, only moral padding. They say the words but the words are hollow. They make the gestures and the gestures are shallow.

Those who were living are now dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower See the tower, and let a world-changing deed flower. The voices here must speak for the dead. Speak for the dead. See their pictures line the walls.

Poverty is its own Colour, its own race. They were Muslim and Christian, Black and white and colours in between. They were young And old and beautiful and middle aged. The entire table is sortable by clicking on the icons following the column headings. Important publications which are not represented in the table include the 10 poems published anonymously during Dickinson's lifetime; [1] and editions of her letters, published from on, which include some poems within their texts.

In all these cases, the poem itself occurs in the list, but these specific publications of the poem are not noted. A row in the table below is defined as any set of lines that is categorized either by Johnson or by Franklin —or, in the vast majority of cases, by both—as a poem written by Emily Dickinson. Johnson recognizes poems, and Franklin ; however each, in a handful of cases, categorizes as multiple poems lines which the other categorizes as a single poem. This mutual splitting results in a table of rows.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Autograph manuscript of "Wild nights - Wild nights! First edition of Poems by Emily Dickinson Emily Dickinson's poems, left in manuscript at her death in , were only gradually published over the next seven decades. Retrieved from " https: Poetry by Emily Dickinson Lists of poems Poems published posthumously. Views Read Edit View history. This page was last edited on 13 April , at By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.

A Bee his burnished Carriage. A Bird came down the Walk. A Burdock — clawed my Gown. A Cap of Lead across the sky. A Charm invests a face. A chilly Peace infests the Grass. A Cloud withdrew from the Sky. A Coffin — is a small Domain. A Counterfeit — a Plated Person. A curious Cloud surprised the Sky. A darting fear — a pomp — a tear.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some. A Deed knocks first at Thought. A Dew sufficed itself.

A Diamond on the Hand. A Dimple in the Tomb. A Door just opened on a street. A doubt if it be Us. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree. A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork. A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink. A face devoid of love or grace. A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes. A feather from the Whippoorwill. A Field of Stubble, lying sere.

A first Mute Coming. A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot ,. A full fed Rose on meals of Tint. A fuzzy fellow, without feet. A great Hope fell. A happy lip — breaks sudden. A House upon the Height. A Lady red — amid the Hill. A lane of Yellow led the eye. A Letter is a joy of Earth. A Light exists in Spring. A little bread — a crust — a crumb. A little Dog that wags his tail. A little East of Jordan. A little Madness in the Spring. A little overflowing word. A little Road — not made of Man. A little Snow was here and there.

A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep. A loss of something ever felt I. A Man may make a Remark. A Mien to move a Queen. A Mine there is no Man would own. A Moth the hue of this. A Murmur in the Trees — to note. A narrow Fellow in the Grass. A nearness to Tremendousness. A Night — there lay the Days between.

A not admitting of the wound. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring. A Pit — but Heaven over it. A Planted Life — diversified. A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart. A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis. A Prison gets to be a friend. A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay. A Rat surrendered here. A Route of Evanescence. A Saucer holds a Cup. A science — so the Savants say. A sepal, petal, and a thorn. A Shade upon the mind there passes. A shady friend — for Torrid days. A Sickness of this World it most occasions. A single Clover Plank. A single Screw of Flesh.

A slash of Blue. A Sloop of Amber slips away. A soft Sea washed around the House. A solemn thing — it was — I said. A Solemn thing within the Soul. A something in a summer's Day. A South Wind — has a pathos. A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig. A Spider sewed at Night. A stagnant pleasure like a Pool. A still — Volcano — Life. A Thought went up my mind today. A throe upon the features. A Toad, can die of Light. A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!

A Tooth upon Our Peace. A train went through a burial gate. A transport one cannot contain. A Visitor in Marl. A Weight with Needles on the pounds. A Wife — at daybreak I shall be. A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds. A Wind that rose. A winged spark doth soar about. A Word dropped careless on a Page.

A word is dead. A Word made Flesh is seldom. A World made penniless by that departure. A wounded Deer — leaps highest. Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier. Abraham to kill him. Absence disembodies — so does Death. Absent Place — an April Day. A little boat adrift! Advance is Life's condition. Of whom am I afraid? After a hundred years.

After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside. After great pain, a formal feeling comes. After the Sun comes out. Again — his voice is at the door. Ah, Moon — and Star! Air has no Residence, no Neighbor. All but Death, can be Adjusted. All Circumstances are the Frame.

All forgot for recollecting. All I may, if small. All men for Honor hardest work. All overgrown by cunning moss. All that I do. All the letters I can write. All these my banners be. All things swept sole away. Alone and in a Circumstance. Alone, I cannot be. When the Hills do. Although I put away his life. Ambition cannot find him.

Ample make this Bed. An altered look about the hills. An awful Tempest mashed the air —. An Everywhere of Silver. An Hour is a Sea. An ignorance a Sunset. And this of all my Hopes. And with what body do they come? Angels, in the early morning. Apparently with no surprise. Arcturus is his other name.

Are Friends Delight or Pain? Arrows enamored of his Heart. Art thou the thing I wanted? As by the dead we love to sit.

As Children bid the Guest Good Night. As far from pity, as complaint. As from the earth the light Balloon. As Frost is best conceived. As if I asked a common Alms. As if some little Arctic flower. As if the Sea should part. As imperceptibly as Grief. As old as Woe. As One does Sickness over. As plan for Noon and plan for Night. As Sleigh Bells seem in summer. As subtle as tomorrow. As Summer into Autumn slips.

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies. As Watchers hang upon the East. As we pass Houses musing slow. As willing lid o'er weary eye. Ashes denote that Fire was. At Half past Three, a single Bird. At last, to be identified! At least — to pray — is left — is left. At leisure is the Soul. Aurora is the effort. Autumn — overlooked my Knitting. Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine. Away from Home are some and I. Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee. Baffled for just a day or two. Banish Air from Air. Be Mine the Doom. Beauty — be not caused — It Is.

Beauty crowds me till I die. Because 'twas Riches I could own. Because He loves Her. Because I could not stop for Death. Because my Brook is fluent. Because that you are going. Because the Bee may blameless hum. Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles. Before He comes we weigh the Time! Before I got my eye put out. Before the ice is in the pools. Before you thought of Spring. Behind Me — dips Eternity. Behold this little Bane. Belshazzar had a Letter. Bereaved of all, I went abroad. Bereavement in their death to feel.

Besides the Autumn poets sing. Best Gains — must have the Losses' Test. Best Things dwell out of Sight. Best Witchcraft is Geometry. Betrothed to Righteousness might be. Better — than Music! For I — who heard it. Between My Country — and the Others. Between the form of Life and Life. Bind me — I still can sing. Birthday of but a single pang. Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple. Bless God, he went as soldiers. Bliss is the plaything of the child. Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower. Bloom upon the Mountain — stated.

Blossoms will run away. Bound — a trouble. Bring me the sunset in a cup. Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru. But little Carmine hath her face. By a departing light. By a flower — By a letter. By Chivalries as tiny. By homely gift and hindered Words. By my Window have I for Scenery. By such and such an offering. Candor — my tepid friend.

Circumference thou Bride of Awe.

Civilization — spurns — the Leopard! Climbing to reach the costly Hearts. Color — Caste — Denomination. Come show thy Durham Breast. Come slowly — Eden! Confirming All who analyze. Conscious am I in my Chamber. Contained in this short Life. Cosmopolities without a plea. Could — I do more — for Thee.

Could Hope inspect her Basis. Could I — then — shut the door. Could I but ride indefinite. Could live — did live. Could mortal lip divine. Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell. Count not that far that can be had. Crisis is a Hair. Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart. Crumbling is not an instant's Act. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Dear March — Come in. Death is a Dialogue between. Death is like the insect. Death is potential to that Man. Death is the supple Suitor. Death leaves Us homesick, who behind.

Death sets a Thing significant. Death warrants are supposed to be. Death's Waylaying not the sharpest. Declaiming Waters none may dread. Defrauded I a Butterfly. Delayed till she had ceased to know. Delight — becomes pictorial. Delight is as the flight. Delight's Despair at setting. Denial — is the only fact. Departed — to the Judgment. Deprived of other Banquet. Despair's advantage is achieved. Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass.

Did life's penurious length. Did Our Best Moment last. Did the Harebell loose her girdle. Did We abolish Frost. Did we disobey Him?

List of Emily Dickinson poems

Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth. Distance — is not the Realm of Fox. Distrustful of the Gentian. Do People moulder equally. Dominion lasts until obtained. Don't put up my Thread and Needle. Doom is the House without the Door. Down Time's quaint stream.

Drab Habitation of Whom? Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day. Dreams — are well — but Waking's better. Dreams are the subtle Dower. Dropped into the Ether Acre. Drowning is not so pitiful. Dust is the only Secret. Dying at my music! Dying in the night! To be afraid of thee. Each Life Converges to some Centre. Each Scar I'll keep for Him. Each Second is the last. Each that we lose takes part of us;. Eden is that old-fashioned House. Elijah's Wagon knew no thill. Elysium is as far as to. Embarrassment of one another. Empty my Heart, of Thee.

Endanger it, and the Demand. Ended, ere it begun. Endow the Living — with the Tears. Escape is such a thankful Word. Escaping backward to perceive. Essential Oils — are wrung. Estranged from Beauty — none can be. Except the Heaven had come so near. Except the smaller size. Except to Heaven, she is nought. Exhilaration — is within. Exhilaration is the Breeze.

Expanse cannot be lost. Expectation — is Contentment.

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Experience is the Angled Road. Experiment escorts us last. Extol thee — could I? Exultation is the going. Facts by our side are never sudden. Fairer through Fading — as the Day. Faith — is the Pierless Bridge. Faith is a fine invention. Faithful to the end Amended. Falsehood of Thee could I suppose. Fame is a bee. Fame is a fickle food. Fame is the one that does not stay. Fame is the tint that Scholars leave. Fame of Myself, to justify. Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die.

Far from Love the Heavenly Father. Fate slew Him, but He did not drop. Finding is the first Act. Finite — to fail, but infinite to Venture. Fitter to see Him, I may be. Floss won't save you from an Abyss. Flowers — Well — if anybody. For Death — or rather. For each ecstatic instant. For every Bird a Nest. For largest Woman's Hearth I knew. For this — accepted Breath. Forbidden Fruit a flavor has.

Forever — is composed of Nows. Forever at His side to walk. Forever honored by the Tree. The lady with the Amulet. Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre. Frequently the woods are pink -. Frigid and sweet Her parting Face. From all the Jails the Boys and Girls. From Blank to Blank. From Cocoon forth a Butterfly.

From his slim Palace in the Dust. From Us She wandered now a Year. Funny — to be a Century. Further in Summer than the Birds. Garland for Queens, may be. Gathered into the Earth. Given in Marriage unto Thee. Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril. Glee — The great storm is over. Glory is that bright tragic thing.

Glowing is her Bonnet. Go not too near a House of Rose. Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself. Go tell it — What a Message. Go thy great way! Go travelling with us! God gave a Loaf to every Bird. God is a distant — stately Lover. God is indeed a jealous God. God made a little Gentian. God made no act without a cause. God permits industrious Angels. Good Morning — Midnight. Which put the Candle out? Good night, because we must. Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Gratitude — is not the mention. Great Streets of silence led away. Grief is a Mouse. Growth of Man — like Growth of Nature. Guest am I to have.

Had I known that the first was the last. Had I not seen the Sun. Had I not This, or This, I said. Had I presumed to hope. Had this one Day not been. Had we known the Ton she bore. Had we our senses. Have any like Myself. Have you got a Brook in your little heart. He ate and drank the precious Words. He forgot — and I — remembered. He fought like those Who've nought to lose. He found my Being — set it up.

He fumbles at your Soul. He gave away his Life. He is alive, this morning. He lived the Life of Ambush. He outstripped Time with but a Bout. He parts Himself — like Leaves. He preached upon Breadth till it argued him narrow. He put the Belt around my life. He scanned it — staggered. He strained my faith. He told a homely tale. He touched me, so I live to know. He was my host — he was my guest. He was weak, and I was strong — then. He went by sleep that drowsy route. He who in Himself believes. We will forget him! Heart, not so heavy as mine. Heaven — is what I cannot reach! Heaven has different Signs — to me.

Heaven is so far of the Mind. Heavenly Father — take to thee. Her — last Poems. Her breast is fit for pearls. Her face was in a bed of hair. Her final Summer was it. Her Grace is all she has. Her little Parasol to lift. Her Losses make our Gains ashamed. Her smile was shaped like other smiles. Her spirit rose to such a height. Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead.

Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night. Here, where the Daisies fit my Head. Herein a Blossom lies. High from the earth I heard a bird. His Bill an Auger is. His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook. His Cheek is his Biographer. His Feet are shod with Gauze. His Heart was darker than the starless night. His little Hearse like Figure. His Mansion in the Pool. His Mind like Fabrics of the East. His mind of man, a secret makes. His voice decrepit was with Joy. Hope is a strange invention.

Hope is a subtle Glutton. Hope is the thing with feathers. Houses — so the Wise Men tell me. How brittle are the Piers. How dare the robins sing. How destitute is he. How far is it to Heaven? How firm Eternity must look. How fits his Umber Coat. How fleet — how indiscreet an one. How fortunate the Grave. How good his Lava Bed. How happy I was if I could forget. How happy is the little Stone. How Human Nature dotes. How know it from a Summer's Day? How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights. How many Flowers fail in Wood. How many schemes may die. How many times these low feet staggered. How much of Source escapes with thee.

How much the present moment means. How News must feel when travelling. How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand. How ruthless are the gentle. How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine. How slow the Wind. How soft a Caterpillar steps. How soft this Prison is. How still the Bells in Steeples stand.

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset. How the Waters closed above Him. How well I knew Her not. I am afraid to own a Body. I am alive — I guess. I am ashamed — I hide. I asked no other thing. I bet with every Wind that blew. I breathed enough to take the Trick. I bring an unaccustomed wine. I Came to buy a smile — today. I can wade Grief.

I can't tell you — but you feel it. I cannot be ashamed. I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold.

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