Emily Dickinson

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

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

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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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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