How Happy I Was If I Could Forget

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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.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (6)

That was really nice Emily. I loved everything. Your poems are amazing!
Lose my way like a little Child And perish of the cold. Nicely written, thanks poet.
Wow fine poem............!
Superb, memory card can not be erased.
Another darkside pen-gem....
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