Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Mystery Of Pain - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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