Emily Dickinson

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

If Recollecting Were Forgetting - Poem by Emily Dickinson


If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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