Lyric Poem · Autumn
How happy I was if I could forget
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“How happy I was if I could forget” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/how-happy-i-was-if-i-could-forget
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