Emily Dickinson: How Happy I Was If I Could Forget

American impressionist Tarbell_-_Au_verger
In the Orchard by Edmund Charles Tarbell
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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  1. bluestempond says:

    I love the art you display. I’m not a poet and have never actually read Emily Dickinson, but this intrigues me. Maybe I’ll go look up her collection.

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    1. I’m not a poet either. 🙂 Good art and poetry inspire me when I get too in a hurry or out of sorts. I’m glad you like.

      Isn’t the internet amazing? So many beautiful things at your fingertips!

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