The Mystery Of Pain Poem by Emily Dickinson
The Mystery Of Pain
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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.
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: future,pain
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* Sunprincess *
15 June 2016
......dear poemhunter, why are ms. emily's poems being posted more than once with different titles? ★
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8/13/2026 4:48:49 AM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
.........please see this poem is identical to pain has an element ★