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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem How happy I was if I could forget

1 Comment

  1. SwEeTiE says:

    this poem iz lame although i dnt understand wat it iz about. I fout dat since emily rote it, it would b gud and make you think…but it jst makes u confused n bored…soz 2 one of da greatz, brity xox

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