Pain has an element of blank
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was no.
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Boundaries of pain
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
Pleasure first
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain ;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.
From The Heart asks Pleasure first, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
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