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There Is A Pain—so Utter

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There is a pain—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

such a multi-faceted commodity, this door.
I really enjoyed reading this poem and I found it to be well written. It gives the reader something to think about.
A lot meaning to this write actually. Really enjoyed this one, especially liked the last stanza. Very well written.