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.
Poem by Emily Dickinson.
not even Solomon in all his glory • surrounded by goodness, beauty and truth
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.
Poem by Emily Dickinson.
