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Anguish, by August Friedrich Schenck
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Life XIX. Pain has an element of blank (650)

Part One: Life

 
                    XIX
 
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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