Diary of the Plague Year: Day 96 19 June 2020: Quotidian Poetry: Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

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 not future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

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