Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

How Happy I Was If I Could Forget - Poem by Emily Dickinson


How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.

Comments about How Happy I Was If I Could Forget by Emily Dickinson

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/18/2015 2:44:00 AM)

    Another darkside pen-gem.... (Report) Reply

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  • Eric Ericson (11/26/2014 6:59:00 AM)

    This poem is interesting to me. Emily is usually up beat and never morbid even when she writes about death. Yet here she is writing about depression and wishing to be rid of it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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