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I Shall Know Why by 20th Century American Poet Emily Dickinson

I SHALL know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
  
He will tell me what Peter promised,        5
And I, for wonder at his woe,
I shall forget the drop of anguish
That scalds me now, that scalds me now.
This poem is one of my all time favorite poems ever. It is by Emily Dickinson, whom is one of my favorite poets. It is copied from www.bartleby.com

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