Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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. A Route of Evanescence
2. To Fight Aloud is Very Brave
3. Of all the Sounds Despatched Abroad
4. I Never Saw a Moor
5. Escape

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