The Mystery Of Pain.

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

About Emily Dickinson

American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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