Emily Dickinson

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

This Was In The White Of The Year - Poem by Emily Dickinson


This was in the White of the Year—
That—was in the Green—
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen—

Looking back is best that is left
Or if it be—before—
Retrospection is Prospect's half,
Sometimes, almost more.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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