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.


2 responses to “Emily Dickinson: How Happy I Was If I Could Forget”

    • 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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