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.

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[–] 2 points 3 months ago

I'm grateful for the post title being formatted correctly, too. Thankfully Dickinson was prolific as a poet for sure.

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