Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poetry Month-Pain

This image was scanned from a scratchy old slide. Despite its poor quality, it speaks to what so many are feeling after Monday's events in Boston. It has lines from Sappho:

Pain penetrates me drop by drop

and Emily Dickinson:

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there was
A time when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

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