Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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.

1. Deed
2. Remorse
3. Time's Lesson
4. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
5. When I Hoped I Feared

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