Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Ýìèëè Äèêèíñîí)

Pain

PAIN--has an Element of Blank--
It cannot recollect
When it begun--or if there were
A time when it was not--

It has no Future--but itself--
Its Infinite Contain
Its Past--enlightened to perceive
New Periods--of Pain. 

1. Of all the Sounds Despatched Abroad
2. The Bustle in a House
3. Much Madness is Divinest Sense
4. Escape
5. The Return

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