If recollecting were forgetting

Emily Dickinson

 Next Poem          

33

If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.
And if to miss, were merry,
And to mourn, were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered this, Today!

Next Poem 

 Back to Emily Dickinson

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.