kuzimama (kuzimama) wrote,

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

Emily Dickinson
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    ziavra поддел радетелей законности в небесах: Хочу сообщить о других нарушениях международного права. Примите меры. В 2012 году Турция силой посадила…

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    да-с! бывало, на чтение собственной френдленты уходило если не все утро, то уж час (рабочего времени тогда) точно. а сегодня на просмотр двух лент +…

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    а что, atorin ушел в фб или мир иной?

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